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it's now 2.30am and i've got work in a few hour's time and i'm feeling real sleepy.

but there's this part in me that refuses to go to bed. it's as though by refusing to go to bed i can will time to slow down a little. when time slows down, tml will take a longer time to come, leading to the future coming later. then i can take my time to ponder over how exactly i wish to live my life from then on.

i seem to dread the start of everyday these days. sundays seems to be the only days i look forward to, cause i get to do wad i love doing.

but i hate it when i cant do the things i love doing right. it just makes me feel so useless...