I can't sleep.
And I feel like shit.
Like there is a need to pick out the little insignificant things to let it bug me. Because I still, still don't dare to let myself be too happy.
It's like if I forget my place for even the slightest bit, everything I've worked for will crash and burn
And the fire will feed upon happiness until none is left
I have absolutely no reason to not be happy. None at all. Except for Vday alone perhaps. Which is a lame reason to be not happy-.-

I forgot what it was like to be truly, freely happy. When the hardest decision was whether I should colour the slide in my book blue or red, and whether people should be beige or purple. Either ways, the decision didn't matter. Cos I'll get full marks and a gold star anyway. Yes I am extremely talented in coloring within the lines.
Actually it might be PMS. Ok. I hope so. Because that'd mean everything will be back to normal soon.
Or the fact that this week I WILL HAVE ZERO TEMPS FILLED AND KIM WILL KILL ME NEXT WEEK DURING THE MEETING
Fml.

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