reaching home at 8pm, sleeping in bed w the covers/music/fan (how i love it) till 6am, then going back to slumberland till 9am, then rushing to work w/out makeup in a cab.

not my ideal morning, but sleeping in bed was so good, then nothing else really mattered. i don't want to face them, don't want to at all.

thank god for work on saturdays and cafe jobs on sundays, this is the time that i actually appreciate all this.

i refuse, refuse to apologise.