She's been staring at the screen for a few minutes, browsing other blogs to find inspirations on what to write about. She thought of her parents, thinking back home at this time it is 4 am, they must be sleeping still. Should she write about her parents? what does she know about them?. She stares at the black keyboard, dying to express something in writing. She needs to write. She still cant. She looks at the clock, waiting for someone to come home. She knows she should've went with her friends to the basketball excercise. But she thought she was fine to be at home alone on Saturday night. No she is not sad, she didn't have a bad day, nor month, nor year, nor a bad life. She just cant stand it when she has no spirit to do anything. She just cant stand it when there is so many things to do about her school, her work, and her life. but she's not doing any of those when she actually has time. She just cant stand it when she screamed with laughter at the tv screen. alone.
But what she hates the most is this waste of time for regrets. She's going to get up, take a hot shower, make a cup of tea and dance like a superstar in front of her mirror. A sight that anyone else will ever see. She will not try to be active and regrets..regrets..regrets.. yawn..
She'll enjoy her lazy night.