Its times like these (circa 3am) I wonder why I chose to do this... the world said NO, but I ignored everything in my usual fashion, and now I'm here, destined to fail (at life).  This hole just gets deeper and deeper everyday, and I'm beginning to become weary of all the digging.

maybe its time for bed. maybe its time for a holiday. maybe its time to end these 12-hour days at uni. actually I lie. Its more like 14 now. no wonder I'm fucking tired of hearing about RBCs, disease and pedigrees.

on the up-side, just like the shopping centres and casinos, here, no view of day (or night) can be seen, the false sense of timelessness providing false illusions to all the last minute studiers.


H.