12am in the morning

And i am yet in my bed, sleeping, rejuvenating for a long day tomorrow.

Instead i am hogging in front of the computer, trying to pen down all the ramdom thoughts i have in my head.

And silently hoping that my PMS cramp would affect me at work tomorrow.

Well truth is, I slept from 4 pm in the afternoon just now and woke up just after 10 because of the damn cramp. I forced myself to sleep so i wount think and feel so much of the cramp. And truth is, i'm surfing now is not because i can't sleep but not to focus much yet again on the damn cramp. Its really getting on my nerves.

Oh, i fought with the mother just now. All because of my money. I woke up, went out of the room, still groggy. And my mum nochalantly telling me, I have left only this much with her. I practically blew my top simply because i suppose to have $50 bucks more. I was fuming because she insisted i took $70 instead of $20. But what the hell would i need so much money?? All pin point down that fact that my wallet was with my friend.

If only my wallet was with me it' wount have happen

If only i don't need to go yest, i don't need to use the money.

If only'ss.

I wount be fuming and thus the quarrall.

I can't hold back the tears. I was on the top of my voice and so is my mum.
Would like to blame the PMS, but im sick of the blaming game.

Now that i have simmer down,

I wish i could have just slept all thru the day.

And handle the shit in the morn.

But then again,

Knowing myself, it would have practically ruin my day.

I want to hate my life at this moment. But i think it's simply inappropriate just because of this.

I'm suppose to love myself.

Oh yes. I gettit