My hair looks like shit, it’s even more boring than before.
And I have a test tomorrow, and I can’t sleep.
My hair is full of dye right now, and I’m waiting 25 minutes to wash it off.
Perhaps a bit of color will brighten up my days.
It’s been some time I don’t get out of my house, not even a footstep outside the door. It’s also been sometime I stay awake the whole day or wake up really early in the morning. All I can manage to do is wake up, eat something, and go back to bed. I’m not sick or ill. I just don’t want to be awake and cope with life. I have an important test to take on Sunday, and I should be happy about it. But I am not. I’ve been struggling for a long time now to just talk, but I don’t think I’ve been given the right opportunity and attention for so. It doesn’t matter. I don’t know what matters anymore, in reality, I believe nothing matters. I just feel horribly out of place now, it hurts to know that I am, in fact, never blending in. It’s nobody’s fault, just plain realization and reality. No excitement, no plans for the future, nothing. Just my bed and I.