The idea of contracting a fever of 38 degrees seems rather attractive to me right now.

Waking up at 8. Lying in bed all day long. Talking to my cat. Having my mummy come back and fuss over me. And I don't have to finish my meals if I don't want to.

Sometimes I feel that I've come so far, yet I want to give up.

Especially at things that I've done for a thousand times yet I still feel so handicapped, so impaired, so... blatantly stupid whenever I do it because I seem to not get it at all even though I can understand how it works.

Irony huh.

It's like this bottomless, evil hole of hopelessness sucking me into its depths and I try to fight back but too often, I lose the battle.

I hate math. I hate it more than anything. I hate the way it baffles me with all its complications, signs, and symbols.

Fuck it.

Suddenly the future doesn't seem as appealing as it used to and I don't want to think about it.

Living in the present is all I wanna do but too bad life doesn't work this way.

For now, I just want to curl up and sleep for 12 hours straight.

Sian.

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