I CANNOT SLEEP

Because of this weird intellectual sickness of speaking like a professional fake nerd, I shall begin my "confession session" confrontation. For, I feel that there's a purpose why I am not helplessly conscious in my comfortable mattress. How should I start, where should I start? Is there a starting point to this blog entry? Let's find out.


Lately, I've had many corrupt mood swings obviously because of this female process as matruity approaches. But how much pain can I take in and reject the surrounding world? What is the cure to this internal pain that causes me to express angry indications? There are times when I fail but continue to let myself fall and just carelessly do whatever I can to satisfy the needs of my stress. And what do I do? Nothing. There's nowhere in the world to hide from this "thing" shall we call. I would go so far to the east and ask in British, "May I have a sip from your cup oh tea?" Why indeed, I stuff myself with no standards. Without standards or limits, I have the freedom. But how long will this process continue? For, I cannot take this. There is no advantage to this curse, but hey, do women not like to be fully grown and proud? How bout that? I'm unable to sustain this fight. Wait, I thoughtfully meant HOW DO YOU REPENT OF THIS PAIN? Hah, I laugh. There's nothing we can do. Praying that God will help me, my mistakes flash before me. Why? Why, in the most hurtful time? Keep the date, keep in touch, keep going. There's one week left. I think, I think I can't speak "SMART" anymore. Hahhaha(:

FTW, I'm so random. Hey, there's always a good story from random people.