It's 0430 in the morning, I wonder why I'm still awake.

I look out the window, maroon made up the sky. The cold breeze gushes through my face, my mind so flustered. It's raining, I bet those who are sleeping will have a longer time with their cradles. But here I am slouching on my couch, enjoying the solitude alone with some sentimentals.

It's been some time since I set aside moments for myself. Like Steph said, I'm very self-centered. That's just me probably, I live in a world of my own. Good or bad, I don't really know. There seem to be a million things bugging me, or was it mere paranoia?

I'm like my mum. We get exasperated very easily, and I hate it so much. But I can't do anything despite telling myself I have to change.

It's a quiet night, with very beautiful serenity.....