Are my expectations too high or what?

I don't like to have a bad conversation hanging down there because it will make me hate sleeping. Because the reason's so simple. I get insomnia.

Even though I'm dead tired too after a day's appointments.

I guess not so now. I'm like wide awake, listening to up tempo music which strangely makes me feel comforted whenever I'm unhappy. It's already 1.27am.

My mind is blank, I don't know what else to write now. Probably whatever's gonna come out of it are all angry and maybe irrational words.

I shall spare the agony of people who read my blog and I will channel it in my diary instead.

Perhaps one fine day when I read it, I can laugh it off and feel that I've wasted a piece of paper, henceforth destroying the environment by that bit.