1:55am. These nights will never be quiet. I stare at the dark, picturing you lying on the bed.
Damn, that breaks my heart.

6:36am. Biological clock misses you again. I can't sleep. I woke up feeling my eyes are swollen. Wonder if they look swollen. Then thought about what my uncle said, what you said... imagined a little about later's training and visiting you.... please rise, damn blood count.... 😢 then imagined a little of myself... my lower limbs are acting weird for awhile, right ankle's randomly painful.. but my right leg's always weird anyway, no big deal I guess? Wood! I thought about something I forgot to do yesterday. I actually brought you a little thing that I actually planned it to be part of your birthday present.. maybe a little too thrilled after listening your condition, I just thought, besides you, nothing else matters.. wondering if you're okay now.... Haih. Btw I slept on the bed tonight, Cuz if I didn't, I'm sure my mom will sneak in and purposely stare at me in my face and kept asking me if I'm OK. That's fucking annoying. She even climbed up to My Territory and I have to be like go away! Leave me alone! One does not simply ask a sad person if she's OK. That's a way to make them burst into tears, even if they're OK..
Gah please let me sleep.. I need sleep.. hope training would be OK for back and ankle? Hope you feel better today... 😢 get well soon, woodpecker.. Loveyou lots 💖😘