Insomnia has struck again and I am awake at 4 am. The birds have already started chirping away and I am still staring at a screen and typing words that would make not much sense to any but me.

Life has changed. For the best or for the worse not sure. But it surely has. And I have realised that “bitches” come in all forms and sizes. Well sometimes in all genders. Which kind of bitches am I speaking of here, well sometimes there are those who are evident to be the kind, and then there are those who are not so evident. I am sure most of us come across the latter who be more lethal than the prior. Yeah well what can you do, the world is full of bitches, dogs , people and other animals. Or and also trees and whatever else. (Yes I know my environment loving spirit is being very bitchy today and manifesting weird symptoms which I have no capacity of diagnosing) sigh!

Sleep.. where be thee? Far away and not anywhere close by to join one for a joint.

I remember Tahmina saying that the best conversations that she has had are those which she had while having a smoke. Well I can agree with her that smoking does initiate conversation, but then again for me both of those can initiate allergies. Not just smoking, conversations too. Both combined, well the deadliest and grievous allergy ever! Oh yeah, add to it those who lie. They make me sneeze too. Liars, smoke, conversations, sleep yes, I decided to add sleep to the list too though it seems that it is Sleep who seems to be allergic to me! Yes I pity Me!

Not sure if all these fit in, but it might make some sense in this nonsense!

(Shut up birds! Aaaaaaargh!)

I know I hate this woman! Not Tahmina, the woman with no sense or sentiment, the one who sucks all emotions, and whatever else from all surroundings. Yes, I guess I am ready to admit that I DO HATE HER!

Yes they say in psychology or something else which I forget in my sleeplessness that expressing anger or emotion helps, well to feel better or something. So yes that is what I am trying now. (Should tell Rathindra about the emotions part, and see his response, but then that can wait till tomorrow. Or is it today? Yes today! Aikes!)

Sigh! Dad awaketh, time to pretend to be sleeping!

Good morning to all those who are not suffering as I do and good night (hopefully) to those who do suffer as I do!

PS. Someone had called me a sweet and confused girl yesterday, and that made me very confused! Yes very!