Hiccups

My acads are piling along with my thesis and I don't know how to stop them or to reduce the pile. What I know is I got hiccups after some beer. This is my first time to try to stay awake, write, and resist the oh-so inviting bed. What I know is I found myself in Sarah's comfort after finding myself scrolling down the endless news in Twitter - the kind of news I'd rather not mention. The only hint I can give you is I hate it, I don't want to talk about it, and it reduces much of my humanity ignoring it. Because I don't like the idea, therefore, I should not be involved with it or anything involved in it. But current events tick me, as if I must give a damn, show my cares, and I don't know, express my opinion? But no, I'd rather not. It will certainly result in the clash of ideas and I don't want it. Maybe I can still get through this without caring much about stuff. But omg I just want to return to my old self who values my principles so much

I searched all night for you, darling. I braved the dark streets and the harsh wind. I think I saw you one time or two - under a lamppost, across the street. But I knew it couldn't be you, you couldn't be true.

I waited all night for you, darling. I stayed up reading my book and sipping my coffee. You called in the morning to say you were too tired. I knew asking for you was too much. All that waiting still wasn't enough.