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as usual,its going to 4+am and i am not even close to yawning
spent ystd day and night out>aftrnoon with fatty>night ate pizza, drank drank yummy bitter sweet sour>caught a midnight movie on angels cursing crawling on walls and chewing off ppl's necks>headed back>slept>ate>slept somemore.
and today we had dinner at the Fong's.

currently,there's a strong gust of wind and my hair's still damp,i am all sprawled out on my chair.it's times like this when you just like to think and think and think
i think too much.
i realised that i overanalyse overthink overfeel
get what i mean?maybe thats why literature class was th only class i hardly ever doze off in,apart from the few few times i ended up on my lego bag/when i was drooling(do not laugh).or maybe it was th jumping jacks th teacher forced us to do everytime somebody looked sleepy.

i do not feel sleepy,but tired.does that make sense?
i wonder,how does it feel to be you
really got to start listening.

mm alright,i have this strong suspicion that the father's gonna wake up any minute,stomp downstairs and once again i am in for one hell of a ride.so i think it's safer to camp upstairs ha ha so yesss goodnight or goodmorning stay happy all bai

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