There’s a construction site in my ears.

I said I won’t be awake by past midnight because it has this regretful effect on me in the morning when I wake up and the whole day afterwards. And I hate you. You, for making me stay up until past midnight. When the school’s over, I’m sure I’ll miss staying up late for studying. Or should I say, using that excuse to stay up late.

Again, the only decent thing I can talk to, and should just have talk to at all, is the wall.

But I’m looking forward for some good things and real people to be with tomorrow – or should I say, later. After more than a month, I’ll be seeing a close friend, and we will eat together for lunch. I don’t know if it is a good idea, because she’ll probably receive everything I need to venture out that I am too lazy to type or write down. She might not be interested.

Well, no one is really interested anyway.

Maybe, I need to set up another 2 am plan. So far, that’s the only thing that cheers me up. It’s so beautiful; however, it is wrapped with something really ugly. A disguised crime. A sugar coated drug. An illusion to this dreadful reality.

An escape. A sound plan.