Got off the phone ten minutes ago. Had so much trouble booking tickets to Perth three hours ago. Plans didn't work out five hours ago. Was so, so happy more than three hours ago, and it changed in just two seconds.

In the process, I pissed four people off, hurt one (that, I'm sure), probably irritated all, and manage to start ruining relationships (love and friendship) altogether. Again.

It's 3am and I have to take a bloody IC photo in six hours. If I sleep, I'll wake up with swollen eyes. That's not quite what I want in a photo that'll be with me for a long time. Now I don't feel like sleeping at all.

My wound was bleeding again. It got so hot that I couldn't resist touching, scratching or rubbing it. I deserve it.

Why do I have to be like this.