It's 3:30 in the morning, my eyes are itchy because I rubbed them without realizing that my hands were dusty, my room looks like a bomb went off in it, i'm tired, i'm cranky, i'm frustrated, i'm scared.
i wish there were someone to talk to at this hour.
leaving at 10:00am. i still hafta do my laundry, go shopping and do last-minute packing.
*sigh
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