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When insomnia and hunger attacks.

How to write a blog:

Sit in front of your computer, stare at the monitor and keyboard, then think. Just think 'till your nose bleeds and your mind is unable to produce a single thought.

I have no friggin' idea why I got into blogging so much. I think it's a way for me to release all these random thoughts in my head in a more creative way. Yes, this is already creative for me.

Talk about insomnia. Did you know that I'm currently typing this thing on my phone, and will soon be transferred on the computer once I got the chance (and now I got that chance). It's now 11:51 pm. I seriously wanna go to sleep already, but this insomnia crap won't allow me to do so.

School is getting nearer and nearer. Damn it. I seriously need to stop bragging about this stupid non-sense. Going to school is something that I have to face sooner or later (more like a few hours from now). Might as well deal with it now. I have no friggin' choice, anyway. Just think about the money, sweetie. Maybe that would at least motivate you to get up your bed every damn morning for the rest of your college years. I am still hoping that I would be able to do something productive tomorrow. It pains me to be doing non-sense, and not to mention stupid things, all day everyday. I want to do something sensible for a change. I just hope that my laziness won't overcome my wanting to do such not-so-me tasks.

I still dread going to school (even though right now, I'm already dressed and technically prepared to battle in the field we call school). Hoping tomorrow would be a good one for me. And yeahh, the only thing that I am looking forward to tomorrow is Math.

This was typed on my phone last night just because I can't fall asleep. Most probably because I was hungry.

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