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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

psychedelic purple.

sharing is never a high on my agenda when it comes to certain things, specifically BEDROOMS.

as you cannot see, i am up fairly early today. YES, 12pm is early for me since i almost always wake up at 4. i'm practically nocturnal nowadays.

anyway, i didnt sleep that well today. it's hard when you have brothers who are not nocturnal, going about their business in the same bedroom. most of the days, deep sleep usually saves me from having to shout at them to shut up. today wasnt one of those days, i didnt shout though.

light sleep is a bitch.

loud talking, slaming drawers... GAWD. elephants stampeding past me would have been more bearable. the worst annoyance has to be those pesky drawers. they're located just under my bed and they have these little squeaky wheels, but the cherry on top is when my stupid brothers fucking slam them shut. FOR YOUR GOD'S SAKE. IS IT THAT HARD TO PUSH THEM IN SLOWLY AND SOFTLY? then there's the talking. oh my god...

all i'm asking for is respect and consideration. sometimes, i may look like i'm asleep when i'm actually just half-asleep. so, come on! dont go all out banging and slamming, inconsiderate bastards! and i'm not being a hypocrite because i dont do that when you sleep.

i cannot wait to get my own bedroom. i've always longed for one. unfortunately, i dont see that happening anytime soon because right after this infernal disaster are roommates in university. then after that, maybe finally a break when i live alone. yay




hush hush; hush hush.

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