Oh, how I hate Sundays. I have to wake up early, pretend to believe in God, and not to mention see some people. Some people, that is, whom I do not and never will wish to meet. Unfortunately, I was unfortunate enough to have met them, and thus is doomed for eternity.
I realised that I have been ranting a lot lately, but then again I have good reasons for it.
By which I mean all the usual reasons for ranting. Plus the fact that I have been consistently waking up at five plus everyday and being unable to fall asleep despite feeling sleepy as hell, which is total, complete, and utter SHIT.
My subconscious must hate me so much.
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