August 07, 2006 Soon I'll be on 5, then 6, then 7. `becausenothinglastsforever
I hate sleeping. I really do. I wake up feeling more tired. I try to sleep earlier but 45minutes later I'm still wide awake studying notes as a last resort to sleep.
Nevermind that, I hate life. Why make mine more miserable?
Sometimes I wish I need not grow up and handle so many shit.
Been awake on bed ever since my dad barged in my room to showed me an sms and ask what does :D mean. Maybe it was in my dream. Maybe it was both. I don't know. I can't tell the difference anymore.
I keep having dreams of me gorging down food. Must have been another screwed up dream.
Now I can kill myself with fumigation. They're supposed to do it on Tuesdays.