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I kinda feel like my life is nothing but a dream. After I get home I don't even feel like I did anything. It's really weird. I hate it. I feel as if nothing is real. I just thought that I would share that. I hate Big A. Trapping you in a box for almost 8 hours is not fucking dicipline. It is driving me to mentally being crazy. I can hear myself breath in there and you stair at the same 3 walls in your little cubical. Isolation is good sometimes but not for fucking hours. And I can't even talk to myself very loudly or everyone will hear me. I am going to go to bed. I will see ya guys at school tommarow morning because I will be in a box for the rest of the day. Love everyone ~Meg~