10.30 in the morning; I wake up and feel strange, no wait there’s nothing strange, I feel like crap. My head is breaking into a million pieces than it seems to be able to put itself back together again. Ephia is waking up; I go into her room and try to ignore my pain, kiss her forehead and take her out of bed. As we go into the bathroom I notice her nose is running, and her eyes are barely...
Day 61 – Diary entry and bad karma
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