| 2019 | 09 | 09 | fine then. sigh. |


my previous upload of this post basically broke this page.. so here's another.

it's funny how time can pass so differently.

as I open the front door at 2am.

the kitchen light - not the porch one - is left on as dad knows my habit of late night snacking.

peanut butter on toast. don't mind if i do.

monday greets me like a slap in the face, my alarm screaming from somewhere underneath a pile of pillows.

i turn over. welcome to the week.

busy weekends.


x-men is probably best at around 11pm. maybe even earlier.