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There is limited space in my lungs again. My head hurts. Hands are empty. I spent most of today avoiding my thoughts and praying that I'd become tired enough to sleep. Now I'm going to take my pills, maybe something like eight melatonin, and distract myself until I finally fucking fall unconscious. Hopefully, I'll dream. Dreams always make me feel like I was sleeping longer than I actually was.
Tomorrow will be better. I don't know how, but it will.
I wonder if I look distracted on the outside. Can other people tell I distance myself from them? I am afraid.
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