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Last night was wonderfull, today was wonderfull, I love wonderfull days, but I'm so paranoid, my counsiler thinks I'm tense, she thinks I've got anxiety, I'm not deppressed, I'm worried. Worried about people, worried about what I'm doing, always overthinking, never over exadurating how I feel. I looked through my vent today and found a ring I thought about the day before, I made a wish and it came true the next day, I hoped for words that I didn't think anyone could say, and they did. I've got something written on my hand with paint that wont wash off, I'm tired. Tired, tired, tired. Tired, tired, tired, tired, dazed, tired. Mhm... Sure.... Yes.... I had a dream about angry white dogs last night, and heard two mice in our house wrestling. Oh. Yah. David played my black sabbath cd a lot today, it was wonderfull.