Nothing good comes at this time in the morning i know but it seems like the perfect time. what enters into a persons brain at almost 3am? i'm gonna find out, mis-spelled and all. I'm gonna call someone that's the most that i understand from this, i feel like i almost owe it to myself. I'm in a trance. I look to my phone, someone should of texted or called but didn't oops i was suppose to text back, too late for that now. I'm gonna harass someone at this time at night and gonna regret it. Hmmm this is too fucking weird. I don't think i'm going to be able to get back to sleep, Clint Eastwood sounds tooo fucking good to me right now, Dirty Harry and all.
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