What... what the heck was that dream. The one with the birds, and... the explosions... and that girl--

I don't think I'm gonna go to sleep for the remainder of the week. I can't stand dry heaving the second I wake up.

Whose stupid fault is this?? Who keeps messing with everyone's heads?!?

I'm sick of this sick of this sick of

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