When I wake up, I feel in a daze. I feel like I haven’t slept at all. I think about the day ahead of me. I think of the promises that won’t be kept and the lies that will be told. I think of my mothers illness and my fathers mistress. I think of happiness and then of sadness. I think of everything that’s wrong. I think of emptiness. Sometimes I feel happy, and then I’m not.

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