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Wednesday, April 29, 2009, 1:25 PM

Oh,
shi-

It's 4am.

And since I'm awake like whoah and I have nothing interesting to do, I am going to just type and type away. I warned you.

One of the most annoying things when you can't sleep at night is the paranoia that attacks you with
NO
MERCY
AT
ALL.

And since you've got nothing to do at this time but just stare at the ceiling (unless, it's all dark and all you're doing is actually staring into one great, black abyss), you're left with one thing to do:

LISTEN TO EVERY FRIGGIN' SOUND HEARD.

The sad, sad fact is, all the sounds heard in the environment is, like, AMPLIFIED like TEN TIMES. And ohyeah, being my OMGI'MSOAFRAIDOFEVERYTHINGSELF, well, I BECAME AFRAID OF EVERYTHING.

SOOOO....

I was hearing some creaks and stuffs. My first intuition was, "that's the electric fan....hahahaha" but paranoia attacks like whoah so I thought some odd creature decided to live in our little bathroom.

So here were my predictions:

1. If it were a cat, I'd die of rabies because it'll pounce on me and start scratching my face and whatnot.
2. If it were something worse (like some human being), I'd die because he/she would most likely have some weapon like a gun, knife or anything that can cause sudden death. wooh.
3. If I won't check what the friggin' hell it was, I'd die of anxiety.

So, you know what I did? I got up, turned off my electric fan... at this point, I found out the sounds were coming from my electric fan.

That's so awesome.

But what really, REALLY bothers me the most is the fact that I can't go back to sleep anymore. I guess what's keeping me awake is the fact that I had so much to worry about this week. You can say all these worries were condensed in this one night thus keeping me awake. Heh, actually only ONE was truly keeping me up all night. And it won't leave this puny brain of mine until I receive a message.

For the love of god, sleeping was WAY easier than this. :|

I DON'T WANT TO GET UPSET BUT I AM.
I feel like a madman, you know. :(

Just needed to get that off my chest.