Caught up with some friends, reminded me of the pass.
Reminded me how childish I was, naive.
I thought what I have been doing was appropriate for my age or even more impressive.
She put me down with a word, childish.
My whole world sank.
My insomnia worsen.

Every night I find it immensely difficult to turn in.
Every day, ironically, sleeping will not be the best part.
There is just so much things stuck up there.
Even the songs aren't helping.

I am rushing, I am desperate, I get grumpy when I don't get.
How am I suppose to correctly react, smile as if I am retard who doesn't feel single inch.
Time isn't the factor to measure how one has been moved.

I will practice more self discipline, I guess.
I will run till I am so tired to think of anything else, then turn in.
I will work as if there isn't day and night, pretend as if I have neglected you
I will hold my tears and make sure they only flow under my blankets.
I will not forget whatever impact you have done, in my life