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Oct 2013
Im sick, they wont let me stay home. Im falling asleep at my job. Im falling asleep as I type this...

SO TIRED!!!

I get called out at school for falling asleep. Im just tired of life.
I just need to get some sleep.

My mom wants me to work at my job but its my job not hers. I think she wants a part of my own money.
Money that I work for.

Im sick.
MY heart aches.
MY chest burns.
My eyes are shot.
I look dead.
Like this zombie that needs to be shot.

******* MOTHER IT'S MY MONEY!
Cant you see that i am sick.
That I need you to care for me, instead of you "blogging and playing" on you phone?
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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