Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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I'm tired. I really am. I wake up too early and go to bed too late. I listen to too much music that it has become to be just music, and that's sad because it's just another sound in the background. When they stop playing, there's a dreary, long stretch of silence in my head that automatically, though subconsciously, sets me into thinking about everything and nothing, which will then lead to my refusal of further thinking by going to back to music because even that makes me feel t i r e d.

And it will still just be another sound in my head.