I can't sleep

I hereby start this post with a sigh.
I feel like writing something, but i really don't know what to write on. My fingers are trembling and the churning feeling inside is making me nauseous.

Trouble sleeping? But i'm not suffering from insomnia or because i'm madly in love with someone.

It tasted just the same. I wished there were some prawns in the curry maggi i ate just now.

The chemistry test tomorrow is probably during the 5th or 6th period.
I've covered enough.

Shit! The black flying bugs keep on bugging me. Shoo shoo. Where's my chopstick?

Eyes half-closed, maybe I should just sleep and stop all these foolish nonsense.

The Light Bulb

The light bulb is blinking,
trying so hard seems like it's suffocating,
to serve its purpose of life.

The bulb still emits light
but the brightness has dimmed.

I imagine it to be very shining before,
to illuminate the black room,
provide sight to the able,
share the laughter that echo,
simply to give joy to the livings.

For how long it could not care,
and the light bulb stopped functioning properly,
only the gloomy shadows to keep company.

Of course it can be brought back to the former life,
When will that be, who knows?

For someone to give back its pride.