So here I am, 2.30am, having woken about 2 hours ago from deep slumber (after my room mate returned with some inconsiderate guy). It's okay because I've slept for roughly 8 hours already, and God this feels great. I am completely and utterly alone, it's early morning, and for once I'm not tired because I've slept already after wasting my afternoon. For some reason at this point in time, I feel far less inclined to waste time and more willing to do work. Maybe because I've always been used to doing work early morning, when the assignment's due on the same day and I tell myself to pull my shit together and get stuff done.
Anyway, now that I have royally fuxed my sleeping patterns, I guess I feel kind of fearless in a way. Not being with parents is so great: this is like the first time I've learnt to abuse my freedom. And it's working out! My plans are actually going to plan, because there's no one to interfere and fuck with them once I've set out everything and managed my own time.
Being awake at night makes me feel alive...
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