Last night:

• It was the coldest night of the year so far, and so I decided to make it even colder by cranking up the air-con full blast and turning on the electric fan at its maximum. I then proceeded to lie on my bed and waited until I wouldn't able to take the coldness anymore. I did all sorts of things to pass the time and distract myself from shivering: I listened to music, sketched until my fingers went numb from the cold, read a book, ate a doughnut, until I couldn't take it anymore. I managed to survive 57 minutes. I was like "DAMN. THREE MORE STUPID MINUTES AND I'D HAVE SURVIVED AN HOUR." 
• And all night, I was thinking the same thing: "Shall I stay here and be plagued with my thoughts until I go insane?" 
• And then at around 10:30pm, my mom announced that fortunately, she wanted to sleep alone tonight and I was like, "OMG YES!!!!! I'M FINALLY SLEEPING IN MY OWN ROOM!!!"
• Spent the next 2 hours reading fanfiction. Life was brilliant.
• And then I was hungry so I grabbed a bowl and the box of unfinished cereal and some fresh milk and sat down at the dining table and ate.
• And then I went back to my room and read more fanfiction. 307 pages in one night, booyeah.
• The amount of fanfiction I read in a day is almost too embarrassing to reveal. 
• And then I thought to myself, "Am I the only one awake at this hour, crying because of gay fanfiction?"
• And then I sort of shuddered at the thought of it.
• I need to get a life.
• But I don't want to.
• Mehehehehehehe.