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Sunday, May 16, 2010 . 5/16/2010 08:59:00 AM

First thing I wake up in the morning, I tasted bile in my mouth. Nice way to wake up. It's been a long sleep. 15 hours in bed; would've been more if Mum hadn't woke me up. It's also no surprise that I woke up with a humongous headache and an urgent hunger. 

This day already started out so badly. I'm not sure whether I'm ready for the week to start. 



The voices in my head are getting louder. 

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