Silent Night

its 13.4 C in my room and i'm wearing a T-shirt and track pants... well i do have the heater on but honestly i think its just for show. i had off my laptop and was curled up comfortably under the covers when i felt the sudden urge to write down what i felt. isn't it strange how cold nights like this makes you wish u had a warm body lying next to u? the silence of the night doesn't really help either... then when u close your eyes, u can hear voices ringing in ur ears so u open ur eyes which defeats the purpose of sleeping... for me, the only time i missed home the most is before i fall asleep. its because the darkness here in my room is the only thing similiar to the darkness back at home. when its all dark u can imagine urself in ur own room but that doesn't really help because ur common sense will whisper to u that u r in fact in a flat on the third floor of an orange building with 200 or more young ppl just like u staring into the darkness in rooms of the same design. before i go to bed, it is something of a ritual that i watch a movie or something. the purpose is to tire my eyes which makes it easier to fall asleep but really i watch them because it becomes sort of like my escape from reality. escapism as they call it... as each passing day goes by, u watch one after another and if u're an Film and TV student u'll be critisizing the camera angles and shots or the repetitiveness of the script but it really makes u forget. i like it because of that... i have many things i wish i could forget... there are many things i wish i could remember as well but thats besides the point. with the constant beating sound of the heater breaking the silence, it is time for me to return to my awaiting cosy and now cold bed.