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I put on make-up. Dressed in half-nice clothes. Felt good. Wanted to burn off some energy so I went to see friends I haven't seen in a while.

Made it three hours into the night before I wanted to die.

The ride home was miserable. I immediately laid down and just burst into tears from the pain. White-hot piercing stabbing pain.

Three hours. I was sitting for most of it, it should not have been this bad.

I'm so fucking... tired.