July 2010
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Bad dream
Can’t sleep. This has never happened to me before. And for the first time since I was truly a child, my sister wasn’t here to listen to me, asking for help. First time I’ve had to deal with it on my own.
Music has helped. Crying has helped. I wish someone was up at this hour to listen to me rant, but it’s only 5:45. Couldn’t ask for that.
I hear my dad groaning in...