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colours never lie

The Open Door

Sunday, May 13, 2007



Maybe because I'm really tired. Physically tired.
I haven't had a good rest in days, probably even weeks. Though I now have the luxury of time to sleep, I still don't.
Maybe it's the late night habits, maybe it's just the running thoughts that never seem to end, maybe it's the stress about the depleting bank account, or maybe.. it's something else.
And on top of that, I haven't had the opportunity to sleep in yet. I've been waking up early the past two days for the job interview (and I got it, by the way. Thanks to dearest Yinru =)) , and for the product training (which is fucking interesting. I'm now an amateur barister! ).
So maybe because I've really been tired, lack of sleep, and a very tensed up body, I haven't been in the best of moods. Not really a very good thing after exams, huh.
Just the other night, I almost hyperventilated in my sleep.
I don't know what's wrong with me..
When night falls, time crawls past so painfully.
I'm sorry honey. I'm sorry to make you go through these with me.
I know I sounded like a bitch on the phone. And I know I wasn't the best company.
I'm sorry honey.
I don't know what's wrong.



Cookies and cream, Regi @1:15 AM