Faucet

Sitting at the same spot at Tuesday night last term. Listening to silence. Or more accurately, the hum of the refrigerator. Listening to the occasional tune belted out from the bell of Ryan's trumpet (a distance away). Watching the still night lights indoors and outdoors. Feeling the jolt of pain from the swelling around my ankle. Listening to the shy crickets hidden in the darkness. Realising that I'm pretty much hiding in a blind spot too. Touching the filth on the round table. Watching the blades of the fan move with the night breeze. Listening to the chatter of students shuffling towards the front gate. Feeling the chilly breeze against my own skin. Skin. I'd scratch off my skin if I could, to ease the itch. I think I'm going to go home and spam fabreeze on my bed sheets looool. Either that or I'm not sleeping in the room tonight. Lost

Concentrating on everything but the GP essays in front of me. Save me from this lol. Tak boleh tahan.