#00086: Day 7

Thursday – May 26 2016

I’m back in room. I can’t fucking move because of the pain.
I don’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone or say anything or do anything.

I’m not even sure why I’m still writing this crap.
I’m doing this for you, sir.

Incoherence.
If my current mind was transcribed into words, this is how it will look like:
ljasdhf[802943p1[8921gfhuwr09[8gowqr08t9g2398gufihjnkldsgnr. 
nojisdafy7983iou41htp98073g14uitp98edtsf7cguidpsjklvhg490317fuhpnsjvh37180wfgiu.
sdjfhgpuqiewyr123789uirgh9812306r7y87ouisdjklfnp923874u.
asdkjfhsadl78quiewkjfhds
dsifooipsdauffkjlsdahfiu6POSDYUI43JKASasdlkjfh
qowieuhflkadjsfgoiuqweyr782uihfp97328DIUYNM,VZCKHJLASDIOJhiu7683hkwfijsdfy8asdfkljoifdsiyfsajklasdfuyry09fpioerhjkbnfmp
Exactly.

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