Entry 5

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"When I get home, I try to sleep. It seems okay for a while. Then they start. They tell me that he hates me. They say everyone hates me. They scream it. It scares me. They get louder and louder. They tell me that I'm an idiot. That nobody would miss me. They get worse and worse, until I'm awake. I haven't slept in a few days. That's okay. I guess they're right."

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