Tuesday, 19th May 2015 - 4:16am
I'm so tired. But after the nightmare I had last night, I don't think I'll sleep. At least, not tonight/this morning.
My stomach feels like it's tied in a tight knot. I feel so sick. But, having already thrown up the contents of my stomach, I don't think there's anything I can do to soothe this stupid nausea.
It's all too quiet. I don't like it. It's so quiet that I can hear the blood pulsing through my head. It's the weirdest sensation, and I hate it. It's making me feel worse.
My music isn't helping. I wish it was. But it just seems like white noise to me now.
I feel so empty.
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