I can’t sleep. Mom works at the hospital. She doesn’t have time to text with me.

Dad was moaning in agony today. He’s asleep on the sofa.

I had my typical 20 decafs today.

I don’t like being alive and I live in a police state because I’m not allowed to think or express myself.

It’s very strict.

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