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Maybe Gordon's right and my OCD will kill me one day. It is after all depriving me of a lot of sleep and screwing my body clock upside down. Ah wells ( Read more... )

I feel like screaming to my ipod, "Stop playing the Sonic Edge Band on shuffle. Stop reminding me of the things I'm losing. Stop reminding me of the people whom I'm pushing away. Stop reminding me that I've forgotten how to smile, be cheerful, be bubbly. Stop reminding me that my mother said she couldn't/didn't know how to love me ( Read more... )

I just got back and I'm physically exhausted. Somehow, my bitch of a mind won't let me sleep ( Read more... )

I haven't slept all night and I doubt I even intend to. I don't know why I force my body to put up with the headaches and giddy spells that come hand in hand with sleepless nights. But sometimes, when I see the sky just before dawn breaks, it seems worth it. At that moment, I can believe, even if only for awhile, that a new day isn't scary after ( Read more... )

The problem with sleeping 13 hrs is that I'm completely awake now. And there's absolutely nothing to do except watch dramas over and over again. Sometimes, I wish O's wasn't over yet.

The body is physically tired, but the mind is screaming, no no, stay awake. Stay awake because things will change the moment you wake up, stay awake to escape the throes of the nightmare spooks. Stay awake, because nothing will remain the same. Stay awake, because it is easier to be a mindless tired zombie.
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Stay awake,
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