Come Back To Bed.

how can one feel offended bout something that wasn't even real in the first place?????

it's 2 in the morning, and i have a feeling that i'll regret this post.

ted's mom did say that when it's 2am (or was it 3?) just go to bed kan. nothing good ever happens at 2 (or 3) in the morning :))

it's like you have a puzzle, and the picture is complete, except for the last piece. and the last piece somehow won't fit in the last place. no matter how you twist and turn, it just won't fit. and its a beautiful picture, and you want to complete it so badly. but what are you to do??????

maybe this is what panic attack feels like. should i go find a paper bag to breathe into :))

it's like you managed to swim past this big rock in your way, just to find yourself in front of another rock. and I could have sworn that rock looks just the same as the one I was struggling to leave behind not so long ago.

it's like not having the ankle-high boots, when you needed it. and i really wanted one.

and i've always wanted a white handbag, and i didn't get that one too.

wait a minute, what was I talking bout just now...0_0

i. just. wish. that. this. is. all. real. for. i. can't. take. another. failure.

this is nothing by the way. this post does not exist. whoever ask me bout this is clearly hallucinating. this is just me sleep-blogging.

at 2 (or 3) in the morning.

shhhh, go back to bed.