He's been wanting me to sleep for the past few hours, but I am still not going. Am I trying to make him angry or to test his patience.
Something is seriously wrong with my brain. Hm, I might not even have a brain.
Surprisingly, we've not quarrelled yet. At the rate I'm going, I'm lucky. I'm expecting myself to get ripped in there, inside out. Accompanied by a few stabs.
Sleeping late is a bad thing, I realised. The later I sleep, the more dumb things I blabber. Which gets me into unneccesary trouble. Things doesn't go in my way and yet I'm stubborn. Why am I making dumb mistakes when I know the consequences. There's this much of things I regret doing and saying. Time won't turn back and saying sorry doesn't help. And I'd continue doing the same thing while saying I wouldn't do it again. What is my problem.
Save him from me. Ah. Help me.

I just can't seem to express myself as well in front of him.
Is this a case of excess <3.
I screw myself.