timecheck; 7.14 am this is not normal. there is absolutely nothing normal about being awake at 5.50 am in the morning on a holiday & updating this blog now just cause i can't go back to sleep.
stupid body. & i fell asleep at 2 yesterday! (eyebags alert) im typing in utter darkness, i can't bother to switch on the lights & im blasting Hoobastank on itunes.
i've also learnt that when you sleep in a fit of anger, the anger doesn't leave you. it'll still be there when you wake up (at 5.50, i might add) & cause the anger is still there, you can't go back to sleep & end up here. on blogger.com
okay, the moment my laptop battery goes flat, i plan to try to go back to sleep again. 'cause somebody spoil my plan today & there is no need for me to bother about waking up as early as 10.
screw you. it's always the same damn thing. disrespectful! & to think i was even interested in you!
& what is the goddamn fucking purpose of sms-ing me telling me that you're not happy with me. i mean should i even care considering that i'm not even happy with you to begin with? what logic is this?
but, maybe i should help you out, huh? well, i'll see where my mood swings after i try to get some sleep.
even Hoobastank says that, its too late to try to work it out, there's no way to turn this thing around.
& this Katy Perry is singing Thinking of You on itunes. i think my itunes has a vendetta against me. tsk. next it would go & play My Life Would Suck Without You. what only, i certainly will live la.
i hope, it doesn't play The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday on MY BIRTHDAY come October. because i dont' wanna write another cliche poem of the person i long to be.
im very frustrated. it's not a nice feeling, you know. it leaves you all angsty and snappy & the likes. tsk!
the song maker says 'it aint so bad' the dream maker is gonna make you mad
im already mad enough from my dreams. yes. thank you. & what has this got to do with my entire post about being angry? oh, you know what this shows? my mind is out of whack.
i'll just update later on in the day. when i decide to post some nice things that has happened to me (which i can practically count on the fingers of ONE hand)
& sometimes, you dont want to hear 'im sorry'. cause, trust me, you don't even know if the person is even bloody sorry. i want something else. a specific performance. an injuction. i don't want just sorry. & i'm a bit too much on the demand laaa basically.
i made a move at 7:13 AM
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Aidah Burne
I'm staying here until you make me move