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There is no rhyme or reason as to why I should be awake at 4:30 am when I have a final in eleven hours.
When faced with this recurring issue of insomnia, only one question comes to mind: "what the fuck?"
I want to sleep. I want to do well on my finals. I do not want to go back to Tustin. I want breakfast. I want to sleep through the next few days. I want my dog. I want to meet Jamie Cullum again. I want to live in the UK. I want summer. I want summer in Cabo or Maui. I want money. I want an apartment, not a dorm room that I have to leave for weeks on end.
I am nervous about QMB and Macroeconomics and yet I'm spending my hours of insomnia on livejournal. How fucked up is that? Honestly.
When faced with this recurring issue of insomnia, only one question comes to mind: "what the fuck?"
I want to sleep. I want to do well on my finals. I do not want to go back to Tustin. I want breakfast. I want to sleep through the next few days. I want my dog. I want to meet Jamie Cullum again. I want to live in the UK. I want summer. I want summer in Cabo or Maui. I want money. I want an apartment, not a dorm room that I have to leave for weeks on end.
I am nervous about QMB and Macroeconomics and yet I'm spending my hours of insomnia on livejournal. How fucked up is that? Honestly.