It's already April. In fact, it's the 20th. I'm late.
I've been stuck at home since October last year and I think my leash has only been tightened more. I can't even get an effing cheap green tea at a coffee shop (ironically) without having myself assassinated by my parents.
Uhm, wait, that was my problem months ago. Now, I've got far bigger problems at hand.
I don't want to be too specific anymore about such because I may just end up being a shrink's stupid dustbin (yes, reader, you're the psychologist).
To give you just a blind eagle's eye view, here are the rants: 1) I want a room -- a sanctuary -- to tentatively take me away from anything familial or distracting; 2) I've got to regain even a quarter of my eager beaver self as soon as possible; 3) I need to graduate and get these pre-graduation activities over with so that I can finally place my focus in its proper dwelling; and 4) I need a 24-hour body aircon! ("Ineeeet!!!" is an understatement!)
Very unfortunately, I've got to do STILL what I had been doing since the time I discovered where babies came from: WAIT. In a nutshell: a week at most for my room and for graduation; and God-knows-when for my personification-inspired revival -- and for my body refrigerator.
Boohoo.
