I hate to admit this but i think i'm losing control of myself. Last night was a horror. I had insomnia... Now i kind of know the frustrations of wanting to sleep but not able to... i tossed, turned, woke up to study but couldn't concentrate, went back to bed, tossed and turned somemore. It was a living nightmare!! At 4am, i couldn't take it anymore and called mummy for help.
My mummy came and told me stories and pat me to sleep just like what she had used to when i was young. Finally,it was in mummy's chest that i cried myself to sleep...
Everyone is telling me to let go but it's easer said than done... I guess the hardest lesson of all is to learn to let go.
I've changed so much that i can't recognise myself. i miss the old me. --> all the more makes the whole situation tragic.
it's going to be fine. I'll survive. I'll not bow down to pressure. I'm not going to quit without putting up a fight.
time to stop before my mucous drips onto the keyboard and breed a colony of bacteria...
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