Wang's Kitchen

perhaps the coffee stained state of my jeans best reflects the state of my existence right now. hrm. so does my mug i guess. Ever since it dropped on the carpet and the handle broke off, its been very weird drinking coffee like that. That sez it all about my mind too. An essential part has been burnt away through the cumulation of sheer stress and perhaps the inevitable one-meal-a-day routine. The rest works fine, albeit at a lower efficiency. I go about the start of each day wishing that I'd never get up from my bed and jump straight into the fire, but yet the neverending march of time somehow propels me from the morning inertia to being dead tired every night and the cycle repeats itself, albeit with coffee induced shitty sleep cycles. The thoughts of home, now merely 2 weeks away are far from my mind. I'm more concerned about how the hell am i going to get through this shit and why did i take so much credits in the first goddamned place.
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don't even talk about my jaw. it's throbbing from my wisdom teeth and its mocking me everyday.

take me somewhere where i belong. take me home.