I'd always preferred a good night sleep. Well in my defense, I finally got that refresh feeling thanks to yesterday's lerthaginess. Went home at about 7 in the evening and Fell straight face into my bed. I presumed the extremely annoying alarm would wake me up at 10, so that I could get some work done. I don't blame it though, it's always good to be so early in the morning isnt it? Did some workout program as usual. Then pop a cig in my mouth to declare success.
I ain't proud of the smoking routine btw.
I just... Like to be kept alone without the prejudice of my parents. Since they both left home early who knows where, probably having sex in a hotel. Joking... No, I love it, music was kept till full blast so that nobody's able to disturb me through that door.
I highly predict I'll be late for school again. At 7.21, I'm still here trying to figure out if I should ring my dad to fetch me, or drag my lazy ass to the bus and be as Clumsy as a clown. It happened all the time, like being hit by the train door when it closes because I walked into the cabin late. Or fell on my knees when I tried to outrun that bus. That's so embarrassing, well only if I was with my friends, which I'm not, then those clumsy act would be called funny to them.
I don't know? Discarding that fluxotine doesn't help at all, it just makes me pretty depressed about the past, and present. Thus I'm back at it again. I thought I need to get this right one more time.
Random picture. But look at the face of my mother, isn't it beautiful? That was taken in Penang, we literally wasted the three days trip by sleeping most of the time in the hostel.
I'm on my first day today, why am I not amazed by it. Having to run later on with heavy blood flow from my vagina. It's gonna be a smelly and painful day but let's just say I'll conquer it with a smile!