For now, i don't see the necessity to do anything else apart from curling under my blanket , like a contented child trying to get a glimpse of sleep. SPM's been much of a drag , it's to no end and i swear it drains more than energy itself. I literally have to squeeze my brain juice just to make something up to fill in the gap between words. Thank God that it's ending in a week's time , i'm pretty sure i can't uphold anymore torturous moments like these and it's really hard to act briskly when all i wanna do is fall down on the floor and sleep. Not mentioning that i'm always hungry and tired even though i pretty much eat like a pig and live like one. Time to gain some composure? I guess.
And am i the only one going through such a plaintive life?!