Sunday, July 4, 2010

It's exactly 2am.
I've been fighting to fall asleep since 10. Hotels never really let me sleep, no matter how comfortable.
There's an ache in my stomach. An ache that screams ulcer. Though it's most likely just an exagerrated assumption of my very exhausted brain. Too much carbonated drinks today.

PS. You can try to escape home. But it never means that it'll escape you.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)