9:42 p.m.

It's cold, and my head hurts. I don't want to do this anymore. You know nobody's too thrilled with listening to me, I'm not doing a good enough job, I'm probably going to go crazy trying to pick up where you left off. I want to stop. I hate you for leaving me with all your responsibility on my hands. I want you to come back so I can regain my sanity.

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