my mom changed my art rag to my favourite power ranger shirt when i was a kid.
i DONNTTT REALLLYYY think i would use it to wipe my paints! i rather use my smelly nanyang pe tee.

my eyes are burning, and i havent been in the mood for anything these days
but i should learn to stop complaining seriously.
i really cant understand what exactly is happening, but i can safely conclude that i dont live to be myself anymore. maybe next time, for now no.
and ive learnt to accept it, its okay cause everyone else is stomaching it as well.

i chanced upon your name, almost 8 times today, not you, but your name.
[and god, its only 5.15PM]
its a little crazy but it feels like ive been like these for a million and one days.

i need a drink, an hour for myself, and a proper sleep tonight.
i went to bed at 11PM last night, ELEVEN PM? its like a luxury.
i have the time to sleep, but i need to be able to fall asleep, and stay asleep.

that way.