I know i should be sleeping now. sleep at 3 and waking at 12 isn’t the same as waking at 9 and sleeping at 12. its the same amount of time, but somehow, the morning hours are really needed. its not good enough to hit the sheets so late. Its a different kind of rest i guess. And you don’t realise it till you sleep at 3 for long enough, then one night, you sleep at 1, not even 12 mn, and you FEEL the difference.
Sometimes, i think i need to get a life, get a job and get everything in my life sorted out. Its too late, way too late for me now actually. But never too late to change. my com table is supposed to be kept away, my books are supposed to be thrown away(jc books mind you) and my desk is supposed to be reclaimed… Procastination -.- i’m running out of floor space already!Well, honestly, i’ve been thinking of someone lately… again. yes, its been quite long… but honestly, i’m not one to give up or put things down so easily. which is why i spend a lot of time picking things I want to do. I might tell everyone I decided my course of study by a coin toss, but in fact I spent so long narrowing everything down to the 2 and listening to advice from all corners till i realised no one could direct me and that it had to be my choice. I honestly don’t like making decisions, but sometimes, they’re very easy for me. its the big ones that always bog me down. And big decisions are things like, whether or not to woo a girl.
Sometimes, I think I just let things slide… and I think this is one aspect of my life i should …let nature take its course. I don’t think I will … ever… go… all out again. treat everyone like a friend, every flirt like a game … till someone tells me otherwise. I don’t know why I don’t realise these things earlier. Like its always too late, always with hindsight. Things you just don’t realise till after your wounds heal.
