bzzzzt. zzzzztttt. bzz. BZTTT. If it were not for that fly buzzing in my ear, I would have remained in bed the whole day. WAIT! Why is there a fly in my room? hmm. Since I am awake, I could clean up the clutter, get rid of the filth in my room. Or I could go back to sleep and hope that the fly won't disturb me again. + i didn't do either of the options above and i feel like a wreck now. my little sister came into my room - what are you writing? - just stuff - oh, for who? i stared at her dumbly, she laughed and didn't bother with her interrogation. she simply took the orange jus carton that was on my desk, exited and closed the door behind her. and i'm left here alone, with these menacing thoughts knocking inside of my head. they are screaming: what is the fucking point?!