Tuesday, 10th of March 2015 - 8:10am
I woke up and threw up this morning. My head is throbbing like mad. "Then why are you listening to music?" Because it's not that sort of headache. The only way to make this headache go away is to drown it out.
I had the dream again last night, although I didn't get through all of it before I woke up, I only got to the part where Dad was run over. Just the thought of it is making me shake with fear and anger.
The kids on my bus look at me funny, like I'm some sort of unidentifiable animal that shouldn't be here.
I feel like that a lot of the time, like I don't belong.
I'm so God-damn tired!
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