Howdee. It's past midnight. I can't sleep. I'm hungry. I'm cold. Fuck. Fact that the aircon blows directly to my area annoys me. Dad. He says. "If you're gonna put the temperature to 25 degrees, might as well use the fan." Fuck. A 25 degrees functioning aircon and a noisy-blowing-cacat fan are soooo far from being the same. Fuck. So cold. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Worse of all. My face is falling apart. IT'S PEEEEEEEEEELING! Gees.
Gaaaaaaaaaaarh. A hungry man is an angry man.
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