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i don't need sunglasses.

there is something about a hotel room. something about them that keeps me awake until 4 or 5 in the morning. something that i stare at the ceiling, counting every single little bump and bruise. something so uncomfortable. something that i miss.
i figured out last night that the something is him.
because i could be tired, in my bed, but i can't sleep.
again, for the 365th day in a row.

i can't wait anymore to sleep.
i'm sorry.

10:10 p.m. - 2006-01-08

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