Words, unspoken

So when more time has passed than you know what to do with, and somehow the words have found their way to you, what do you do with them? For me they just don't stop ricocheting back and forth across my consciousness. It's distracting at best, painful at worst.

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You know you're becoming woefully accustomed to getting up at 4am for work when you wake up for no reason at 415am on days when you don't work, and haven't set an alarm. Another significant indicator is being tired as hell by 8pm. Is this what having no life feels like? Nevermind, I know the…