It's late and I really need to go to bed, but I don't want to. This is the only time I have to myself to think and listen to my music.

So much in my heart. Friends and what my counselor and I talked about tonight. I took the pieces of me and we played with them in the floor again. I can think so much better that way than sitting in the chair.

I feel bad because I think he's not comfortable on the floor. He's very tall. It most probably is uncomfortable. That makes me sad.

I'm babbling. Really don't want to go to bed. Too many things swirling in my mind that I can't get a hold on.

Giving myself 30 more minutes and then I'll do it!!

I really don't like nighttime. [emoji854]

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