Pure exhaustion

I never thought I'd be tired enough to pass out as soon as my head hits my pillow.

On Sunday I was meant to go out clubbing with Amber and the girls again. Though it was raining, I was still planning on going out with them as it was Erin's last weekend on the Gold Coast.

I was about to send Amber a message telling her to wait for me for an hour and I'll drive to town and head out with them.

An hour is just what I need to recharge, I said. Besides, I didn't have to work on Monday so I figures I'd have a whole day to recuperate.

So I went to bed and closed my eyes.

I still had my bra, my earrings, my necklace, my bracelets, my rings, my jeans, my t-shirt and my jacket on.

When I opened my eyes, it was already sunrise.

I looked at my mobile phone and realised that it was already seven thirty in the morning.

I had fourteen missed calls. And Eighteen messages.

I realised that I didn't even put my mobile phone on silent.

I somehow slept through twenty eight rings of my phone.

And the knock from my mum telling me that I need to take off my jacket because it was wetting my bedspread.

I was in a coma for eight hours.

My life revolves around my uni and my work now.

I don't have much time trying to catch up with Amber and the rest of my friends.

I'm not going to say I need a life. Because I think this is my life.

It may not be socially exciting but it defines who I really am.