There was no pain, there was no pain anymore
It makes the woman out of me
Sucks me dry from this skin to these eyes
I need to make rules
A scientific study of life
Of my life.
There was a huge thunderstorm 5am this morning that took me away from my sleep and I stayed awake in bed since. Those flashes of lightning I saw in bed lit my room in the same sync, I thought about "What ifs" if I were to die this morning in bed then I hoaxed myself to sleep which was almost impossible. Our family day at East Coast Park plan have to be put off due to this bad weather but at the same time relaxing, and that probably explains why I'm still sitting here with my glasses on, still robed up in my pjs with my retainers and rocking out to The Beatles Hey Jude Album. I love refreshing Sunday Mornings like these, they ain't like the usual project-filled Sundays. Music at home when air is crisp and drinking yummy soup when I'm half dressed. So good.
I don't know if anyone of you felt like that, that you wanted to sleep for a thousand years, or even just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Do you have someone you know that will miss you every day? Or only miss you when you're gone? Everything of this talk feels so morbid, maybe I should stop writing because I am too sad. It reminds me. Last night something happened that made me absolutely livid, irate, hit the roof, have a fit, see red... Whatever. Just angry. My mind played tag. Thoughts clearly tagging one another and all ranging everywhere. I went to bed in a fit that I couldn't explain. I called yat, we talked about the strangest things but my anger subsided before he put me to sleep. It's about time for some nail-doing. You can comment about your feelings and how you feel this holidays. I just want to know how all of you are doing.
Sucks me dry from this skin to these eyes
I need to make rules
A scientific study of life
Of my life.
There was a huge thunderstorm 5am this morning that took me away from my sleep and I stayed awake in bed since. Those flashes of lightning I saw in bed lit my room in the same sync, I thought about "What ifs" if I were to die this morning in bed then I hoaxed myself to sleep which was almost impossible. Our family day at East Coast Park plan have to be put off due to this bad weather but at the same time relaxing, and that probably explains why I'm still sitting here with my glasses on, still robed up in my pjs with my retainers and rocking out to The Beatles Hey Jude Album. I love refreshing Sunday Mornings like these, they ain't like the usual project-filled Sundays. Music at home when air is crisp and drinking yummy soup when I'm half dressed. So good.
I don't know if anyone of you felt like that, that you wanted to sleep for a thousand years, or even just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Do you have someone you know that will miss you every day? Or only miss you when you're gone? Everything of this talk feels so morbid, maybe I should stop writing because I am too sad. It reminds me. Last night something happened that made me absolutely livid, irate, hit the roof, have a fit, see red... Whatever. Just angry. My mind played tag. Thoughts clearly tagging one another and all ranging everywhere. I went to bed in a fit that I couldn't explain. I called yat, we talked about the strangest things but my anger subsided before he put me to sleep. It's about time for some nail-doing. You can comment about your feelings and how you feel this holidays. I just want to know how all of you are doing.