i can't sleep, because of fuckknowswhy. pre-exam stress perhaps, social fuckups here and there or random dwellings on circumstances, i'll be frank: it's bothering me as hell. bothering me as hell to the point of it being a nauseating prick. i have prayers neglected on purpose, trying to prove to God fuckknowswhat, knowing that i should be grateful and thankful for what i have now. it's a dilemma, being the middle-class cunt. you look at the poor and you put yourself in a position of fake satisfaction, sympathizing them because you have it better. then, there's the fucking well-off. you piss yourself silly dreaming of something even better and you're never ever satisfied when you see how good they have it. fuckknowswhy i am even concerned about this (and various other issues) when i have exams to think about now. for me, these days, "fuckknowswhat", "fuckknowswhy"and "fuckknowshow" are such a common feature. i should let it all out. i sure as hell wish i could let it all out. but fuckknowswhy, i can't.