Song Number Five.

So freaking tired right now. Asdfhgsdgkjhsdkj. I need to sleep, but I just can't fall asleep. My brain is taunting me like NO I WILL NOT LET YOU SLEEP DIE BITCH DIE. Blah. This. Is. Torture.

Holidays have started. I'm supposed to laze around, but no, a whole lot of events decide to take up my time. Sigh.

Tomorrow's Sunday and I have church in the morning, flute in the afternoon and orchestra in the evening and at night. CAN'T I GET MY SABBATH DAY OFF? ): Sad life.

Orchestra music camp is coming up next week. Sacrificing 15 hours daily for about 5 days. Wonderful. Someone please kill me now.

I suddenly have this urge to perform. Ack. So weird. Can we please rewind time back to the 13th of November? I had so much fun. ._. Yes, I had you on my mind when I was singing. Lema. So annoying okay.

I'm extremely pissed right now, thank you, Habuk. With every fibre in my being, I'd really like to tear your heart into two, chop it into tiny pieces, burn the remains and then shove the ashes down your damn throat.

Get out of my head. Get out of my life. Stop pretending because I see right through all your broken promises and lies. Every word that comes out of your mouth is pure bullshit. Stop pretending to care, please. Do you actually want to talk to me or do you not? Make up your damn mind. If you can't, then please don't come back at all. I'll be just fine without you in my life.

Sometimes I don't even know why I bother.