Amaaaazing how I'm still wide awake working on my assignments but I am so terribly, tired anyway. I don't know why I bother coming home early to sleep right after school when sleep constantly eludes me. So, I sit in my bed at 3pm and think of all the different ways I could be spending my weekday afternoons. I've been surviving on a minimum supply of food, feels like 2009 all over again, so maybe I might become that skinny again if I control myself. Smoking helps, it keeps hunger at bay anyway, but that is such a flawed statement because smoking is bad, but we do it anyway. We always want things that are bad for us. It's human nature.

We'd do anything to make it easier to bear, cause no one wants to be here more than anyone else. I guess I find comfort in knowing that I am not the only person who questions the very purpose of existence, of my existence. You know what would be nice? If I could make time stop, if I was weightless, if I could end everything at this very moment without lifting a finger, but God has his ways, and his own time.

So, I guess we just have to wait, for the end of it all.