I hate everthing when I wake up. I allways call my life into question when I try to roll out of my bed. My mouth is dry and my throat kills me. Because I sleep on the floor, it's hard for me to aim my stream into the toilet because I feel a bit dizzy. When I look into the mirror I ask myself Why?
Best part is to get to sleep, because there is always a tiny glim of hope, that the next day would bring something new and exciting. I have to get out of here.
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