Somebody in some body.

Somebody in some body.

Alone as always. Waking up wasted from yesterday's fucking mess is the loneliest but most hopeful time of the day.

I want to read a book, that Twilight book. It was on the table a few feet away from the bed I'm lying on. But I guess I need an encouragement for that.

This ain't my bed. But I know I slept here few times already. My mind, still sucked up with that effing thesis professor. I still want to sleep. My body tells me to do so but my mind is wide awake. I'll open the TV later as soon as I get myself fucked up, uh, I mean fixed up.

This ain't the life I want. But what the hell?! I'm stuck here, lying on somebody's bed. Sleeping with somebody's pillow. My nails, they're pink, pretty cute though. My hair, a little short and the brownish color fades like an old clothing from an antique chest. The room is messed up.

My mind is totally blank. I wish it's this pure until later this day or even until tomorrow, and how I wish for forever.

I'm still like a left puzzle up to this day, can't figure out what I really want. Money? useless. Fame? fuck it! But guess what? I'm striving as hard as I could for that two effing things every single day.

I need a life. I want one. 

I'm awake. But I guess, I still have to wake up.

12/07  07:38am