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im undoubtedly tweaked to the core... my jaw is clenched and contracted. i feel like my mouth is enclosed perpetually. i am so lonely. ciaran is disgusted with me and presumably doesnt want anything to do with me... dont you just loathe life? i hope my trazadone kicks in soon... i cant stay up all night... i feel like i reek.. need a shower.. need to be unsullied. i feel broken and fragmented. nothing feels real anymore.. there is a haze on everything i see.. right around the edges, it blurs together..