I'm wide awake. Bored. Craving. Being dumb.
Watching the past repeat itself. And feeling it be repeated. And laughing at it.
I'm bored. Damn it. ARGH!
My hands are cold. My back is sore from sleeping funny.
La La La.
Ashley? Let's talk. I need to.
I need a cigarette. Or ten...
I guess I'm going to attempt sleep. Also known as staring at the ceiling for a
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