once upon a time.

i hate coming home to an empty house.


i mean, i like being home alone in the day, but not at night. because one tends to think alot at night, and there's nothing to divert my attention away. sometimes i really hate the decisions i make, it's like, why did i even make them in the first place?!! it goes from anything from impulsive buys to food splurges to lies i spin. especially lies i spin, like seriously, couldnt i have come up with a better lie?!


got a feeling tmr is gonna be, awkward? but at least it'll be short so i can run home to sleep myself away, just that thinking of the journey back home alone is gonna kill me. hey, but im not complaining.. yep. okay, think im grouchy from saturday class, lack of sleep and lack of love.sigh, nobody cares about me, there's like a 1001 people i know i should contact but im really too tired to even msg and i guess vice versa. yawn.