Friday blues

i begin to hate weekends. like, loathe them.

and i'm literally gaping at what i've just typed. for all i know, i must have been possessed by ghosts or aliens to suggest the remotest contempt towards them. i used to live for the weekends. aha, i guess people do change. rather, i do change, even with the faintest possibility.

if separation begins the journey to my agony, i'm willing to tread the path again before the end.

intended to take a nap just now to ease my Friday blues but ended up merely watching the fluffy clouds stretch towards the horizon. what a huge waste of my time considering that i sleep for an avg of less than 5 hrs per night only?! i think i need more sleep, seriously.

how to segregate emotions from memories and watch them fade with a poker face? how? i want to know.

perhaps, it's an unconscious attempt to wear myself out so that i'm able to fall asleep instantly the moment i lie in bed. to refrain from thinking anything else except the school and...the school. haa.
may be i should get a bolster to make myself love the bed more by feeling my own warmth.