Post-Teenage.
This morning was a blur. I vaguely remember what I was dreaming and was trying to remember who the person I've seen. Shifting in my bed, unable to sleep after a night filled with dreams and uncomfortable sleep, I decided to finally get up. Was it my inability to recall the dream, or something else, I don't quite remember, but I wasn't in a really good mood, and I got myself in a clash with my dad. I decided not to make the matter worse and joined my mum who was fixing us breakfast, unmindful of what's being cooked. I broke off when dad left, and booted up my lappy. I guess I was finally awake. Checking my notifications, I remembered that I forgot it was the birthday of one of my best buddies. It was a bit early for me to call, also, I wasn't in a really good mood to hold a conversation. I searched for my phone, and changed our college group name to "Happy B'day Navy!!!" on WhatsApp, and searched for the college group on Facebook to check if a post...