So much for a pretty morning, huh? I woke up this morning with the scent of smoke. I was basically like, “OMG. Is there a fire?”. So I ran out the room and checked outside. I saw it was our neighbor burning something up. It’s no biggie but it’s fucking 6am and I’m like still fucking halfway through my sleep, considering that I sleep at around 1 or 2 in the morning. I tried sleeping again but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t stand the smell inside the room, it’s asdhdkfhdkcndjsldj. I’m guessing our exhaust fan couldn’t keep up with the seeping of smoke inside the room. I thought of waking my brother up (we’re in the same room) ‘cause he might be suffocated or something, but I was hesitant because he’s too bothered or rather he’s too busy sleeping to mind the smoke. But if there’s something in my mind right now, it’s: “Fuck you neighbor. You’re doing it all wrong.”

#GOD, I LACK SLEEP WHICH MEANS I’LL BE ON A TOTAL BAD MOOD TODAY

#UGH, MY SHIRT SMELLS LIKE SMOKE