Thursday, December 15, 2005
I'm so tired.
But I open my eyes and I stare at the ceiling.
And I try to count sheeps and I can't sleep.
I know I have to come out of this. This rut this trench.
Even after talking I can't sleep.
I tell myself everyday that tmr is a new day and let the new day begin.
And everyday thus far has been lousy days.
But nvm, maybe perhaps tmr it'll be a better day.
