DonÆt you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake youÆve made, every hurt youÆve received, every bit of meanness youÆve dealt out? ThereÆs no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.
DonÆt you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake youÆve made, every hurt youÆve received, every bit of meanness youÆve dealt out? ThereÆs no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.
I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.
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