Life sux, wateva

Sitting in the corner of a dark empty room. Life hasn't been so dark for a very long time already. i can't even see watz in front of me. Maybe i'll just trip and faint or die. Wateva.

Body's going haywire, no medicine seems to be working, no sleep seems sufficient, everyday is a blur, my head is killing me, my eyes are killing me, the itch is killing me, my lungs are killing me, like an invisible hand moving across my throat. Gasping, here i am. Thick smog, thick smoke. Almost banged someone's big fat butt, trying to find my way around Singapore but just going round in circles, trying to eat the disgusting oily stuffs and killing my intestines at the same time. ATM is not working, nothing is freaking working.

I just pray for Sat to come. Just give me some space in this empty space, to smell, to breathe, even a whiff of fresh air. Thatz all i ask.