Winter came a lot sooner, and with the corruption of our electricity company constantly screwing me over my free time, I'm back to square one; still trying to figure out how to manage my schedule. Depriving myself of sleep hasn't been doing wonders for me lately, and has only made me more tired than usual. Tiredness I wish I didn't had during the amount of time before the power cuts again.

To be honest, I'm not feeling any happier with where things are going these days. Even my dreams are trying to remind of how much I hate my family, or try to predict something bad is going to happen; and it only gets more depressing from there. A person wants to sleep, but then you're filled with dread that you might have the same dreams, trying to remind you, that there's no hope for you. And when you realize it's an actual dream, you try your utmost darndest to never wake up; because who the hell wants to live on this miserable planet in this modern age anymore; definitely not me.

More problems to come, and I'm always anticipating another worse scenario about unfold soon. I'm already prepared to accept that some of my bad dreams, may become reality. Pessimism is too strong and I feel like I was right to not believe that there is still hope left.