4am and I'm still wide awake. 

A week remains till my departure. I try so hard to look forward to this trip but somehow I'll end up reading something unpleasant. C'mon let's not pretend to be heedless of China's infamous hygiene-slash-cleanliness standards.

Not to offend any Chinese nationals but seriously though. 

A while back I read about this woman who'd went into labour. Turned out she didn't make it, but her baby survived. Instead of breaking the unpleasant to her family, the doctors and nurses just left for frickin' home. The husband waited for hours constantly begging to see his wife, not knowing she'd passed. When they did find out, they found the baby in the operating room with the cleaner who was- oh god- puffing a cigarette. 

A little foggy on that last part but that was how the article mainly went.

This morning my mother read something out from the newspaper which involved a local man who got his leg amputated cus 

*sighs*

he sought medical help while over at said country. 

He held some sort of concert and during his trip found out his leg had gotten swollen. 

Even their drugs can't save you. 

^That, my fellow imaginary readers, is an understatement.

Whatever.

Anyway, in a few hours I'll be meeting up with C to get stuff for our trip.

How bloody ironic.

Moving on. 

I placed an order on taobao again. Ah. Finally something to kinda love about China. Kinda.

Uber worried the package won't come in time. It probably won't. Just my idiot optimistic side cheering that impossibility on. I still pray for it to come on time though.

Nearly 5am. I despise myself. Honestly why do I do this to myself. 

Ugh.

Everything that's going on for me seems pretty shit rn. Literally the only thing I actually enjoy doing is planning outfits for the trip. Yeah, the only cool part. 

I should probably hit the sack.

Bye Felicia

x