Mask of satire

Its 3.21am, Thursday early morning. I'm sipping on bitter coffee and munching on chocolates. Not exactly the best combination and not really filling enough to make up for my uneaten dinner, but good enough.

This laptop is running on 22% battery so I have to shut off soon. Digressing:

I know that I'm not exactly the most likable of people, but if you're unhappy with me just because of the flaws that I have, please remember that you yourself have flaws and you aren't exactly pretty either.

I get a headache whenever I hear lots of expletives at one go because it reminds me of a childhood memory which was obviously traumatic. I had to leave.
I also get irritated by slowness and the incompetency of getting things done, even if it's a simple task of settling down and getting ready for class. I had to leave.
It was kind of like the last straw for me, y'know? :/

Alright, gotta go.