I wanna go home and just lie on my bed and stare at my ceiling again... in the dark and just numb my thoughts again. I am going crazy, I knew it!
Or... watch American Idol.
I am still at work but I am barely working as my mind refuses to do so but my conscience is tugging hard on it and stirs it on the other direction. So I am trying my best to write at least one paragraph for my next article. So far, I've succeeded typing the section title... and I've been struggling for half an hour already.
I am angry.
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