i hate to cry.

i hate to cry, especially when it's 3.30am in the morning and there's no one to talk to.

especially since i've been calling since half past midnight and no one is answering.

what an awful end to a great day, eh? unless of course, it doesn't end if i never fall asleep and today just becomes tomorrow with no end or start.

update: alright fine i won't disturb your sleep. go sleep all you want.