Waking Up Lonely.

January 29th. Is there really anything to be happy about this day? I don't know. I feel so restless. It's one of those days that I just feel so...dumbfounded. I don't know what else to say. I know there are a lot of things to write about...but somehow, I can't find the words to put it into writing. Could this be writer's block? I don't know. I don't think it is.

I feel sick. I've been feeling sick since last week. Last night, I even felt like I have a fever. Actaully, it's a slight fever. Plus, my stomach is in so much pain. I can't really say how weak I feel inside. My spirits are unusually down. I don't know why. Maybe it's because of stress. I have lots of things to think about and unfortunately for me, I can't seem to find it in me to think of happy thoughts. How I wish I could be happy for a while.

Too cold.

My body is freezing, I had to turn off the electric fan just so I can sleep. Unfortunately (again), I can't sleep anymore. I have been awake since 2:00 in the morning and all I did was lie down and stare at the blackness of the room.

I don't know what's bothering me. I just know there is. I can't seem to pinpoint what exactly it is.

I guess I better get up.

Try not to think about it too much.

Live.