Ugh, can't sleep.

It's 1.42am. I hate nights like these. It's one of those days where you know you should be sleeping because you've got a long day tomorrow, but something's just keeping you awake. On most occasions, it's that uncontrollable anticipation that keeps you from falling asleep, but I don't think that is the case.

I sure hope this rash goes away soon. Perhaps that's why I can't sleep. My mind's in this state of unrest. Today, I learnt that God will never place anything upon you that which you cannot bear. I should be proud of myself, that He knows I am a fighter.

Nothing'll get me down. Because I'll always come back, stronger, and ready.

Sometimes, I do wonder why these things happen. Perhaps I should stop asking this. How can you tell the reason behind anything unfortunate that falls upon you? Am I being punished? Or is this a test?

I'm not tired. I'm just frustrated. But I won't back down. I sure hope He knows how long I can take this before I reach my breaking point, because I myself don't even know where that is. Patience is a virtue, if I was to refer to an old cliche. And neither is it beneficial to indulge in wishful thinking, because when it doesn't turn out the way you want it to, the disappointment will be far more devastating than it should've been.

The medicine is not working. It's supposed to make me feel drowsy. I feel cheated. Grr.

Tomorrow is going to be hell. =((