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Tired
Thursday, September 02, 2010, 6:10 PM
Tired of not having anything to do.
Tired of making decisions.
Tired of sleeping late and waking up early.
Tired of not having air conditioning.
Tired of being able to solve problems of others but not mine.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of not having anyone to go on trip with.
Tired of procastination.
Tired of not being brave enough to go alone.

F**king tired...