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Tuesday, February 17

I'm having another bad day.

I had a dozen nightmares last night. The first was within the first hour of falling asleep and woke me up. When I fell asleep I had a different dream with the same bad guy; it was a dream extra playing the role of a friend who was snuggling up to me and then tried to bore his way into my chest through my ribcage. I kept saying no, as if that would make it stop, but nothing did except waking up.

I don't remember the others except I kept waking up afraid over and over.

Today I have a headache and I'm so tired that I don't know how I'm going to make it till midnight or whenever I get home from the show. I know part of this is knowing that this is something I have to do and although it's something I want to do it's still stressing me out.


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