I am so tired. I am so drained. I am so exhausted. I want to sleep for one whole week. Or rather, I want the next two weeks to go by in fast-forward so that it will finally finally be Christmas break already. All I want to do right now is curl up with a Murakami novel and read all my troubles away. I want to read Kaisoo fanfiction and lose myself in their sweet kisses and warm cuddles and just forget about the worries of life.
But.
I still have shit ton of schoolwork to do and I can't handle all this stress anymore. Everyone's fighting their own battles and I feel so alone like nobody cares and I kind of just want to melt into a puddle right now because I seriously think I'm going to break down if I don't get a break.
Edit: 12/4/12 around 7 am oh who cares
What. The. Fuck.
Well, guys, I got the break I needed but not in the way I wanted. It's 7 am and I'm still here in my house when I'm supposed to be in school because according to the news, there's a "super typhoon" coming our way. Classes were suspended and everyone's rejoicing and it irks me how some people were praying for no class last night and now they're lamenting over the typhoon (is this some kind of sick joke to you? you're all hypocrites). I wanted rest but not like this, not when the wind's shaking the trees (holy shit, our neighbor's tree just fell down like right now!!! like a few seconds ago!!!!!), and not when people are worried for the sake of their homes and loved ones.
I know I wanted a break but I didn't even think of wishing for no classes because of Typhoon Pablo.
I feel sick, the kind of sick that's brought about by self-loathing. I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this. I didn't pray for this. I just wanted rest.
Sometimes, life's a motherfucking bitch.
Edit: 12/4/12 around 7 am oh who cares
What. The. Fuck.
Well, guys, I got the break I needed but not in the way I wanted. It's 7 am and I'm still here in my house when I'm supposed to be in school because according to the news, there's a "super typhoon" coming our way. Classes were suspended and everyone's rejoicing and it irks me how some people were praying for no class last night and now they're lamenting over the typhoon (is this some kind of sick joke to you? you're all hypocrites). I wanted rest but not like this, not when the wind's shaking the trees (holy shit, our neighbor's tree just fell down like right now!!! like a few seconds ago!!!!!), and not when people are worried for the sake of their homes and loved ones.
I know I wanted a break but I didn't even think of wishing for no classes because of Typhoon Pablo.
I feel sick, the kind of sick that's brought about by self-loathing. I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this. I didn't pray for this. I just wanted rest.
Sometimes, life's a motherfucking bitch.
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