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This isn't good when I have to wake up early and do important things that I can't slack on. I don't think I've fallen asleep at the earliest before 5:30 am in probably about two weeks. I am so anxious to get out of here. I am so tired all the time. Time now is just waiting untill the next time. It's getting closer and closer and each day it's getting harder and harder. I don't know what to do with myself. I watched The Good Girl last night after staring into the darkness forever and I cried myself to sleep. Such a good movie. Soooo soo sad and right now i can relate in a way so that just made it even more. Maybe I'll do the same tonight.