I've started to discover the symptoms to my current sorrowness. Despite, that it heals no more.
I'm feeling equally bored as yesterday. Today, definitely, I was telling off a lie. And I'm restless of this guilty conscience. I hated lying especially when they give off a deep remark.
I rushed back home, eating the 3for$1 sardines puffs and creamy nuggets bought at the convenient store near our school with Asyura. She had HML, while me laying off my heads back home.(Sigh.Wish life don't necessary need intelligency.Sigh.)
Again, for the uncountable of times, my room was re-renovated and I was pretty impressed with the outcome. My translucent bloody red curtain was replaced with a pale white with yellow linings ones; the wall that leads to an aisle in my room was pasted(or screwed) with the paper plates with a vintage designs on it arranged in a red&black alternate order and it turns out I have a red&black checkered walls!; my art gallery section over the corner of my room was framed with those flickering lights; my used-to-be faded white ceiling was hanged with those hearts dropdowns. And let me tell you, the credit goes to mum, not me cause apparently when I went back home, the room appeared perfectly fine as it is now. Its too much to appreciate.
Early this morning, I woke up at 3:45AM and realised that I've slept on my study desk unintentionally while studying last night. I tossed and turn and just couldn't get back to sleep. In the end, I ended up reading TrulyMadlyYours for the whole 1h++, with the dim-yellow side lamp to avoid from getting a nag from mum the first thing I get out of bed.

I'm physically freezing right now, though the weather seems pretty fine. I think, I better get a third shower.
So, dadadida.