A Few Complaints.

Assalamualaikum.

I have nothing to write about. I'm just bored and unable to fall asleep. So I guess I'll have a go at ranting.

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Questions bother me because I'm afraid of my own answers. I have a complicated past. Questions only serve to remind me of it. So much that I've taught myself how to pretend I believe my own made-up truths. The only comfort I have is that the past stay where they are and I can move away from it.

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I have an achilles' heel  for classes at 8 AM. Not that I can't wake up on time, I just like spending 7 AM till 8 AM in bed, under my warm blanket, especially in this cold winter weather. I demand morning classes be moved back into the 9 AM slot.

Or on some days, this just happens.

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Whatever shit you people have to deal with, deal with it yourselves. I am sick and tired of it.

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I need a planner. Or a fixed but flexible daily schedule. I feel like I'm all over the everywhere. I need to get organized and disciplined. Yeah right.

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(Layan please)

Something's missing,

And I don't know how to fix it.

Something's missing,

And I don't know what it is.

At all.

Tido la lanat.