i'm fucking sick of everything. thinking what to wear. trying to wake up. opening my eyes. rushing for school. stepping in the train. spending 40mins starring at faces. going to school. studying. exams. comparing answers after papers and realised there were many mistakes. flipping through the book. the smell of lecture notes. the sound of printer. logging in the student portal. messy room. baby bro messed it up even more. bathing for him. reading bedtime story to him. his yakking. piano lessons. accounting homework. looking at blogshops. and the bloody 3am. fuck you.