this morning i woke up to a dreadful daze.... laying on the bed for a good 5 minutes... thinking that it's Saturday.... good. i can go back to sleep.... NOooo... something's off... oh nooooo... it's Friday.... i still have to wake up....for the life of me... i just couldn't wake up.... until i realized it's Thursday....

it's f8cking just Thursday.

it doesn't taste so bitter anymore. it doesn't.... u know... after a few gulps of fermented sugar and starch.

the more important part... is that... it doesn't feel so heavy anymore. in fact, i feel lighter. as if someone is blowing wind into my head. and i am twirling, spinning so gayly such... that i don't feel bad at all. at all.

now before it gets old. before people grew tired of me. before i grew tired of me. so let's draw the curtains down. and stare into the darkness...