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It's two in the morning.
I've got headphones on with someone shouting into my ears, and still my room feels so disgustingly quiet.
I feel like I should make some noise. I feel like I should shout. I should shout.

My restless legs don't seem able to settle down unless I close my eyes.
I think I'm tired.

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at 2:25 AM on 6.25.2009
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  1. brat outta hell June 25, 2009 at 2:47 PM

    Actually, it was not the Mitchell from Verdugo. It was a teacher I had in middle school, name changed out of courtesy.
    The BarMitzvah was for a boy named Brennan Jackson. And yeah, it was pretty bad. Ridiculous now, but bad then. oh, preteenhood. XP

     

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