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i really have come to dread going to bed. going to bed always means thinking about life. those thoughts you've tried so hard to overcome or supress rear their ugly heads. it never fails. i wish that i could avoid sleep altogether. anything is better than lying there in the dark waiting for those thoughts to consume you. i feel like a little kid who's afraid of the dark, but you all know it's true: sleeptime brings inescapable introspection. it's not pretty.