tossed and turned in bed last night. juz could not get to sleep. but i eventually forced myself to sleep after midnight. as expected, my mood wuz the foulest ever this morning.
...dressing up for school wuz my form of therapy. well, when u think u look good, u will feel good..uhuh..
i wish i can be a demanding bitch. u know..expecting things done my way. it pays to be selfish sometimes. that's the problem, i have stopped hoping. as a result, things juz lay stagnant in front of me and yet i turn a blind eye to it; not wanting to give a damn.
the lingering thought comes and goes. i wish it could juz stay long enough for me to fucking do something about it. as opposed to running away from it, i must face it. i must..