Saturday, February 26, 2005
unbearably awake.
Insomnia strikes once more. I was sleepy earlier, but I seemed to have passed that stage in one blink. Balls, I hate not being able to sleep when I really want to.
Sighing doesn't convey any words, and yet, the action expresses far more than words can ever do. I must have sighed ten thousand and one times today. And each one with a multitude of unknown and unspoken reasons behind it.
Back to tossing in bed.
she procrastinated @ 04:53 |
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