Sleep

Growing. Pains. Really. Hurt. 

I want to go home and sleep this whole process away, just like how a polar bear hibernates when the winter comes. And when I wake up, everything seems to have changed and the world seems bright and cheery again. 

Sleep, is a wonderful gift. I want more of it. 

I am such a puddle of wooze, saying one thing and doing the opposite later on. All because I am unwilling to give this up. 

But giving up, is the most logical and fastest way to recovery. I should stop being a stupid gurl.