yes, i'm talking to you

dear god,
what is it really all about?
what does it all mean?

i don't get it.
my head seems to be imploding.

but i would be eternally grateful if you just. stop time tomorrpw.
preferably just before the maths exam and let me drift off into limbo land where a giant pink grapefruit rules over candy trees and money grows out of the soil.
that would be ace.

k thx bye.
p.s. no, i don't expect you to really stop time. but plz plz plz help me somehow pass maths test at least =/
countin on you.

suffering from insomnia.
my brain is being split open for display by this stupid blog.