At the rate I'm going, I'm probably going to die. Mic might be right after all, it's not insomnia I'm suffering from, it's sleeping disorder. I set a new record of 7 a.m. today, and woke up at 11.30 a.m. It's terrible. It was supposed to be a relatively happier day today because I met KH and WL for MOF and coincidentally bumped into Mic and YR. I was elated to bump into them. I can't really explain why, I just was. Then it was Auntie Rainbow's convocation, where I found out Eric has been avidly keeping himself updated at this space and that made me very touched. Because he's the renowned busy man among us (THANK YOU SUNSHINE BOY). Dinner was with Coconut and Starfruit whom I have not met in two years. Have always been guilty about not prioritizing these two friends but they are ever so funny. Back to "supposed to be a relatively happier day", the reason for negating it is that my severe lack of sleep affects me, a lot. I can't think properly, speak properly, nor most of the day enjoy myself to the fullest because my head is nothing but heavy.
Everyday these days I tell myself to be strong. My mum, to boot, is back to her routine of nagging at me for not finding a job. Honestly, that hurts.
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