Work Work Work... No Play

My life's like that...

I wake up, I go to school, I go back home, I do my shitloads of HW during the weekends, trying to finish of the tiny bits on weekdays. Not to mention the flipping of 100++ pages through my Art History text, and my stacks of reading for literature.

I feel so exhausted, there's no reason or aim in rushing all of us. We're just gonna burn out one day. I admit that I'm a sucker for getting all things done so that my lecturer will be pleased that I'm on time. That's why I'll never be late for anything, unless I feel that there's no point in reaching for that goal.

I haven't been sleeping well lately. I dreamt of a dragon named Yoko, tamed by this boy chasing after me and my family. All I know was that at the end of the dream, the dragon caught me. Did I die? I don't know, but I think I did. I'm an insomniac.

And one thing, I don't feel for guys at all... Like I've lost all hope and interest in any.

Back to rubbing my eyes..