I know I should be sleeping, but I feel so vexed.

Sometimes, I really wonder if I do know myself at all. After so long, it’s still the same old problem, same old shit happening. Why can’t something new just pop up and distract me? It so energy consuming, so irritating I feel like shit.

I hate feeling this way, it is like all my efforts went to the freaking drain, and time is all wasted, so wasted. I had such great days in the past, and I know I’m not worth this shit that I’m experiencing now.

In the end, it is back to the word “LOVE”. I’m really fed up with myself, with my feelings. It is now like a burden, emotional burden.

I couldn’t get enough of you, you couldn’t stop loving her.
cry, cry, cry to sleep, jasmine.