Woke up at the extremely ungodly hour of 2pm (yesterday) but I thought it was 11am. It really sucks when you wake up and the first thing you mumble is “what the ffffuuccckk” when you see the clock.
My appetite has become appalingly small too. I only ate a bowl of instant noodles for the whole of today (yesterday).
Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I made some different choices in life in the first place. Would I have less worries? Would I be content? Would I be still so damned overweight? I wouldn’t know. I don’t know if it’s something to be glad about either.
Gah didn’t finish writing all of that last night.
Had a tiny “scuffle” last night. As usual it was full of resentment. But this time I stuck by my convictions, that absolutely nothing was wrong with being sarcastic. He said that my personality had changed in a really short time, and although I was quick to dismiss it, I could tell there was truth in that harsh statement.
Why do little things like this worry me so much when there’s a bloody math test tomorrow 🙁
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