mugged the whole fucking day away.
ate, too.
two bowls of laksa and one packet of nasi lemak in 3 hours.
afterwards, consuming a pack of seaweed, hell lotta sweets, 2 cups of coffee and one mcchicken meal.

im a fucking pig now thank you.
i sort of made friends with graphs and all.
should i put the 3 math books under my pillow? its gonna be damn thick and all i might get is a stiff neck in the morning.

phone and pod died. so basically i studied in a room shrouded by seclusion. perfect.
i should be allergic to metal cans. no wait, that would bring me hell lotta inconvenience.
its so love-hate.
there should be a word for this.

theres a reason for this right? what is it. or is this going to end now. because it should. i don't want that pretence anymore. this greed is empowering, it might even make me act rashly. i should change when i can. but is it wrong? should it be wrong? i'm probably being led on huh. thats it. i am. i wish i could laugh, but i can't. its too hard. i'm learning to fall, hard.i'll leave hints haha, that'll explain my predicament.

burn. :)