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May 01, 2004 16:20

I want sleeping pills.

I wish I could sleep 24 hours a day. I would even settle for 20 hours a day. Anything for an escape; I'm barely holding on anymore.

Most days he leaves the house, I'm wrapped up in blankets crying because I don't want to be alone anymore. I can't stand it when we fight because it means additional hours that I am left to feel sad, miserable, and lonely.

Four days a week, I am alone in the house for 8 hours. One day a week I am alone in the house for 12 hours. Two days a week, I am alone in the house for 15 hours. And if I'm alone in the house, it means I also do not have a car to leave the house. And no one calls. No one visits.

I hate knowing the landlord probably hears me crying.
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