I am so sleepy. I’m so sleepy I slept for 12 straight hours yet I’m still sleepy. I’d rather sleep, dream some more than to wake up and face the ugly truth about my life.

I am sick. I’m sick of doing the same thing, each and every single day. I just want to go to bed, and sleep things off.

I am tired… I’m tired of whining yet I whine because I’m tired of it. I’m tired of thinking why all these shit happened to me, and why I can’t accept the fact that all I can do is to accept them and move on.

I am stuck. I’m stuck on this rut. I’m not even sure if I have what it takes to get out of it.

I am… depressed. Why can’t I see the positive side of my life? I have a family. I have a pretty awesome family. I have my friends. But something just brings me down.. something inside.

I am NOT happy. I am not happy with my life. I think it sucks. I feel like I’m a failure. I failed my family, my friends and most especially… MYSELF.

I am at my lowest point right now. And nobody knows about it. My pride is not letting me express it. So I just sleep… sleep.. and sleep some more.

I am going to sleep. ’cause when I sleep…. I forget about all the shit that I’m stuck with.