#06.34

Good morning, Sun. Caught your light peeking behind the roof of that library. 

I never thought I would be able to stay awake until morning comes again; however, as they all say, there is always a first for everything. I only wish I could watch a proper sunrise from my room, but alas, maybe save that for another time.

It’s exam week next week, and I still can’t figure out for my life why time seems to be on heavy steroids. I don’t think I slept that much to waste most of the last semester away. It has been a good few months, nonetheless, despite all the ups and downs of a typical hormonal young adult.

Anyways, I’m typing this with a mind sprinting with lack of sleep and brimming with gossamer words and soft, soft images of what has happened and what might happen and what I felt and what I would feel. Indeed you see your imaginations better when you’re up and sober, compared to in your slumber when the pictures are oddly strung together- not to mention in a weird order too. 

So, this is what my mush of a brain has come to in this crucial day of SWOT VAC, people, instead of reciting what I read on the linear algebra lecture notes today. Don’t worry, I don’t understand what I’m on about here either. It’s the sleep deprivation talking.

So that you don’t leave here empty handed, try listening to this, and have a great week ahead!