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.