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I'm a big ball of hurting. Couldn't sleep last night thanks to the cat and that damn movie "The Box" which scared me to tears. Yes people, I started crying. It freaked me out, but it mainly has to do with Marcus turning up the volume. Like he always does. I often wonder whether he has a condition of sort, or if he's just plain deaf. Whatever the case I started crying. Total panic. Can't deal with things just popping out, mid sentence.

So in this sleep deprived state I've been hurting all day. Boobs hurt, crap factory (aka stomach) hurts, head hurts. I am in the worst shape ever. If I didn't know better I'd think I was hung over. Oh and to top it all off I'm feeling sick as a monkey.

I need time off. That and a sugar daddy, or possibly a pimp. Idk what's going on with my life, all I know is that I feel miserable.

Time for another change? I believe it is.

But first I need to sleep, I look like I feel. And that's never a good sign.

So with a pounding headache I bid you good night!

/B