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Today was not a wonderful spectacular fantastic day. I don't know why I stay up that late everyday. I don't have much to do, sometimes I do but I always seem to get sidetracked and not finish it till way late. Why the hell do i sleep that late. Everyone seems to ask me that. I seem to ask myself that everyday too. Why am I still up? Why am I still on my computer? One day, I will sleep at 10:00. One day. Someday. Tommorow, today? I am fn tired right now. My eyelids are super heavy. Maybe today will be that day. What am I waiting for? Who am I waiting for? No one, Someone? Something? Some news, Some of anything? Just anything. Maybe I'm waiting for my doctor to reply. I'm waiting to play badminton. I don't like sitting there. I don't care if i get beat bad, I just want to play. April.. Kidding me? It'll be over by then. I'm going to quit if it is. I don't have the patience. I'm tired of all this waiting. Now you're telling me its at least 2 weeks. Not as bad as April, but still. Oh yeah, I'm tired of this bullshitting. All of it.