collapsed casually into a short sleep, only to be awaken by some shoddy juddering from the table.

There's definitely a big difference between what might happen and what could happen.

I don't want to be given the bum's rush tomorrow.

There are no such things as hope and pray.

it just me, or does anxiety actually start killing me from the inside?

It's at times like this I realize there aren't too many second chances in this finite world.

horror-struck at the thought of the world metaphorically melting around him.

Physics class at 7am; needs to wash up now.

monstrous cuteness is far from cute monstrousness.

having a break by singing the LocoRoco Song...