It was once so perfect.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
i don't like projects, neither for exams.
hugging notes to sleep wasn't an intention, it's because i fell asleep whenever im trying to burn midnight oil.
heavy heads, probably it's packed with notes and im soo afraid that i would woke up blankly the next morning.
the constant yawning is making me to tear.
wednesday, please arrive faster.
i need to compensate my beauty sleep and empty my poor brain.
hugging notes to sleep wasn't an intention, it's because i fell asleep whenever im trying to burn midnight oil.
heavy heads, probably it's packed with notes and im soo afraid that i would woke up blankly the next morning.
the constant yawning is making me to tear.
wednesday, please arrive faster.
i need to compensate my beauty sleep and empty my poor brain.
