when we say the words and sign our names
if they take it away again someday
this beautiful thing won't change
city hall . vienna teng
1:38 p.m. // this is my reality \\
tell me, what do you do when it all falls apart
gotta pick myself up, where do I start
'cause I can't turn to you when it all falls apart
when it all falls apart . the veronicas
4:33 p.m. // this is my reality \\
At some ungodly hour in the morning, I woke up, because my fan was too fucking loud - it is at some minuscule broken tilt so that the blades constantly hit the side of the casing. I had to turn it off - when it feels like 30 degrees out. After that, I couldn't get back to sleep. I tossed and turned and at some point achieved some decent amount of snooze - until at 5 in the morning, some fucking assholes decide that yeah, they need to be out at 5 in the morning, laughing their heads off, outside my open window. FUCK.
And then to top it the fuck off, I keep hearing this odd tap/flapping as I'm lying in bed. I, in my sleep-addled mind, think maybe it's the wood in my furniture expanding and contracting. Yeah, right. I finally put on my glasses, and there's this giant fucking grey/brown moth flapping around my room - hitting the walls with its wings. WHAT. THE. FUCK. Being the poor pathetic girl I am, I kill it with a shoe while uttering a couple high pitched girly shrieks. Especially that time when it falls on my window-sill and I think it's dead, but then it twitches and tries to move. Yeah, good, high pitched squeal there.
Now it is 6:35 in the morning, I'm far too fucking wired to get back to sleep, and I have a midterm to write in three and a half hours. Fuck.
6:30 a.m. // this is my reality \\
12:44 a.m. // this is my reality \\