Daye 3 ½
I hates it here. Shur, alls ov my frends ar here, but not Skwisgaar.
I miss him
And I miss Mordhaus.
Shakey and cold but swetting. My hed hurts. I holdings back throwup. I wants to dies.
I needs sumthings. A booze or pills or sumthing to takes my brains off ov it.
I mets a reel doctur todays, but I thinks he don’t lyk many peepels.
He nos whut
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