1:54 a.m. - Tuesday, Nov. 24, 2009
The poet retches . . .
I'm feeling pretty sick right now. In 10 hours, this will be over. In 10 hours, I'll feel amazing . . .even if I do horribly.
I can't even tell if I'm feeling sick because I have to play or because I have unfinished homework and I want to go to bed.
I have to go to bed right this second or I'm going to go insane.
This is meaningless. It is so hard to stop thinking. Stop thinking.
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