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insomnia

i actually can say that i've made an effort to write.

too bad so sad not good enough.

don't try, do.

today i spent 10 hours out in the hot sun and the job from hell is still not done. the question is, will i learn from this?

i just learned that i can use the forward command and not lose my posts. why did i call this post insomnia? because i can't sleep and i'm not the only one. i can't imagine what it must be like to suffer through so much pain, to try so hard and be so comletely taken for granted.

what can i do? after the last 6 months i cant open myself up.
there is too much anger, both sides.

i wish i knew where i was. i'm here somewhere. i think.

i know that i have to be here, i know that i have to move forward the question is, can i survive trying to walk that line? where are my goals? was that not what this was all about?

regroup, re-assess, reaffirm.

let's try to finish another thought and then try to sleep again.

tomorrow will be hell. hmm. is that prophetic?

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