a little ditty about tsmy.

Sleeping is great but i don’t know i just really can’t sleep for that long. Eight hours is a helluvah lot for me. Every time i wake up past lunchtime, i feel cheated. I hate it so much, i feel like half of my day has gone without my consent. Maybe i’ve subconsciously created a mental note about it and the puny particles of my body and the universe surrounding it has conspired without me knowing that whether i like it or not i WILL wake up at ten in the morning, at the latest.  

Surprisingly, i love that my body does that to me. I slept around 5 today, i woke up at exactly 9:37 am. While the lack of extra snoozetime has left me with a headache, i like that there’s still a long stretch of the day left for me to relish. 

I need to make the most out of today since my tedious schoolgirl routine resumes tomorrow. 

Today, i will kill my self with cardio. My stale heart and fat-clogged arteries needs it.