Day 5: It's just my version of the truth

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Day 45
Your Name: Badou Nails
Suicidal Ideation: 2/10 8/10
Homicidal Ideation: 3/10
Amount of Sleep Last Night: No fucking idea.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: Nope. Blended together pain and fear and him him him. Why? Painted red in my head and I can't even remember it without his eyes. Head underwater and screaming and no one can hear,

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Oh? Can't imagine what you're talking about.

[House glasses! *squee*]

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And I suppose you're just the man to help me do that.

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The reality being though that I can't handle reality right now.

Fuck and-

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Denial? I know what happened, I've lived with it for years and there are some days that I just can't fucking handle it. Like any other normal human being on the planet.

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It's called a bad day. Or doesn't the great and almighty House get those?

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Many reason, bad memories, bad dreams, something that haunts you. Fuck maybe I'm just cranky today.

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....I'm not sure if that was a god awful pun or... what.

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No, I think I like you better like this.

Dear Mr. House. I never knew my parents. But rotten to the core.

...Like some goddamn Amy Winehouse song.