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Sunday, February 22, 2009

i can't seem to get to sleep or even feel like sleeping although i know my body is tired. and i don't even know what the hell i am doing here i feel so lame. is this like insomnia? maybe i'm afraid of dreaming about stuff that makes me panicky or sad. and all the weird things going around me are just...i don't know. i'm so tired. quite tired of life actually. and sick of a particular counterpart of the human race. and when you're just feeling weird and down, you remember the people who said that they'll always be there for you.

i need a vacation to somewhere peaceful and away from here. let's take a train. no not mrt.

i think i need to watch He's Just Not That Into You to remind myself some things.

*edit at 3:36pm
wow i really dreamt of sad stuff. i was dying and i was crying in my dream and after reading cherie's entry i feel like crying again. because the very first para was what i was feeling literally in the dream. the bad things didn't just fade away when i was dying it just remained there to torture the very last bit of me.

and i remember what i learnt from psyc last sem was that you only dream of stuff that you don't usually think about. it's like subconsciously. so like i must have been pushing such thoughts to the back of my mind in the day only to get haunted by them at night. good job.

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