Quickies.

12.30am (28/7)

Sometimes, some of the things you do push me another step nearer towards the yellow line. Like the butterfly effect. And i walk away because i know, i'll never be good enough for you.

Still, i won't give up trying to be better. Like a cotton candy maker who never stops twirling the cotton candy's stick near the machine until the puffiest ever cotton candy is made, I'll keep on trying to create for myself the hugest and puffiest success in life too.

5.54 pm (27/7)

1. I just got up from a quick nappie, and i dreamt of you.
   


2. My laundry bag is half-fulled now, but i just can't be bothered.
   


3. My pile of lecture notes is to be read right now, but i just don't feel like it.
   


4. My room is in a total mess, but the will, the will of tidying it up is not in me.
   


5. It's been a month, and i really gotta change my old bedsheet into a new one now, but i'm not in the mood of doing chores.
   


6. I'm supposed to get myself bathed since just now, but i'm just too lazy to even move.
   


7. I'm being quarantined now, but surprisingly, it doesn't upset me as much as i thought it would.
   

But But But. I hate buts.