I have been wanting to sleep a lot.
And I terribly miss the times where I can have all the time in the world to sleep til I can wake up naturally, and feeling refreshing and awake there after.
But recently, I've been dying to sleep, but I did not. In fact, I actually wanted to sleep during wee hours, and drag myself out of my cosy nest couple of hours later. It's not healthy, not cool, not fun, and why the hell am I doing it?
Ps. Life's a bitch
rose
