dry and painful. thats the condition of my eyes right now. sleep is what i crave. a deep slumber to make up for the past days of torture. weekends are what one would look forward to but not me. not this weekend oh no. work takes its tol on me.

a soft bed and pillows are my current desires as my eyes close by themselves like an automatic door in the corner. a sweet serenade to lull me to sleep, such is my need to fall into the darkness of strange perfecting hallucinating dreams.

temptations to go home so strong it takes all of my will to force my eyes open and stay where i am for work last week has made me skip to no end. blurry words appear before me as i can barely even see those things i’ve typed in front of me.

……..

all i want is sleep.

so tired. so busy. self inflected exhaustion.

GG.COM

CUPPA COFFEE GIVES GIRLS A SMALLER CUP

Coffee can shrink the size of women’s boobs, shock research revealed yesterday.

The caffeine-fuelled drink is well-known for keeping people alert and sobering up drunks.
But Swedish scientists have caused a stir by suggesting women who drink more than three cups a day could see their bra size drop.

Tests by cancer researchers found half of all women have a gene linking breast size to coffee intake.

Nearly 300 women were quizzed but Helena Jernstroem, of Lund University, said women should not worry too much.

She explained: “Coffee-drinking women do not have to worry their breasts will shrink to nothing overnight. They will get smaller, but the breasts aren’t just going to disappear.

“Anyone who thinks they can tell which women are coffee drinkers just from their bra measurements will be disappointed. There are two measurements for a bra – the cup size and the girth, so you wouldn’t be able to tell.”

While caffeine may shrink women’s breasts, the reaction is the reverse for coffee-slurping blokes – it can make their “moobs” swell.

On the plus side, the study showed regular hits of caffeine reduce the risk of women developing breast cancer.

i’m not angry.

i guess im just sad. this isnt the first.

sometimes i think you’re so full of yourself i just want to take a knife and slide it across myself. frustration and annoyance grows so great i wonder if i’d ever survive.

“cocky”

a word people around us often used to describe you. and how often i would laugh it off when deep down i know how true it was.

“IF U SENT, IT WOULD BE IN THE RECEIVED FILES BUT ITS NOT THERE WHAT”

isnt it? maybe you should open your eyes a little bigger and look a little harder because there it sits.

u do things without consults. move and delete as you like. yup. thats you. thats who he is. and things involving me you tend to forget or ignore for why would it matter it holds no urgency to you at all.

i know i can be quite a handful. but i had hoped you’ve figured that out way long before. “the girl with issues” i was called. and many a times i’ve tried to tell you. even during that walk that night in a street called damai it was.

i guess im just different.

not like any of your other girls before. things that would seem trivial to them would crush me and cripple me like rocks. bordering on depression i have always held that trait so why try and push me there. into that dark oblivious state.

my tears seem semi frozen threatening to fall yet there it stays like little iced droplets and falling only when swayed.

you fall deep into your world. a world where i very obviously dont belong and i wonder many a times how important i am at all.

i have so many things i want to say and many i have tried to say yet quiet i keep for i know what answers you would deal. and in fear i live of posting my needs and my anger at you because i know how capable you are of leaving me silently in tears. dropping me like hot coal i know that is one of my greatest fears. i know.

she’s gon finish The Wicther before i do..

I better finish Assassin’s Creed before she starts playing.. mang..