At 2:15am I refuse to give in to my body's whims. There's this brute force pulling me into deep slumber, as if there were weights on my eyelids, but the mind ponders on things that only make things worse than they already are. I could only wish I was spending the night in white satin feeling the lonely shades of darkness in my room to go along with this sentiment so it would be more lady-like, but there isn't any of that. It's just me in my (lady) boxers and old SPCP shirt struggling to get a wifi connection in my wifi-deprived bedroom channeling ire with words, when all I wanted was to channel the purity of my inner strength on to someone's face.
Someone once told me, when you dislike someone, chances are 90% of the things he/she does/says will annoy you. I never believed that until now.
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