God is empty, just like me

I've been staring at this "compose blog" box for... I don't know how long.
I've gotten a total of almost 6 and a half hours sleep over the past three days. My entire body aches (the sort of pain that permeates right trough your muscles and bones eventually causing a constant throbbing at the base of your neck... like after an OD or something similar). I'm so tired I don't realise my eyes are closed until I notice how dark it is... Yet sleep will not come.
Not that I deserve it.
Fuck. I'll explain in the morning. Right now I'm going to go upstairs and try to pass out on my bed (despite both the parents and the sibling blasting their music... it may just be possible. Oh god. I need morphine, or some other form of opiate).
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Hannah, you were a manipulative cunt to me.