i dream of a fairy tale.
i want to be happy everyday.
i wish things would fall into place nicely.
i hope to be free...

its one of those days where you wake up in the morning, and everything just goes wrong. from your toothbrush to your clothes to your hair to everything that happens around you, including your mood.

yes. so im suffering from insomia. i havent been able to sleep for weeks. all i want is a decent sleep without having to wake up every 1 or 2 hours.

and its obvious im worried about school. its obvious that im lagging in everything i do. my laptop fails me, my contact lens are as dry as the desert, the lecturer talks at lightning speed. gawd, all i need is a breather. dammit. its only the second week of school.

youre tired but you cant sleep.
youre hungry but you cant eat.
youre angry but you cant scream.
youre hurt but you cant cry.
so what do you do?
you run away from everything.

right now, im on the verge of breaking down. funny isnt it? i was feeling alright just a moment ago. i have no idea what's gotten over me. to the extent, i said a prayer in my heart. i told God to take me home. if you know what that means. i am very, very, very, very tired. no matter how hard i search, is that a damn meaning in anything i do? yes, im in a bad mood today, so why cant you just let me whine, why cant you just pamper me abit more? why do everyone of you have to scold? it isnt like i didnt warn you right? dammit.

im going mad. im going mad. im going mad.
just take me home, will you?

p.