Just now, I was flipping the pages of my Physics textbook. I need to at least finish reading that chapter before tomorrow. Since the following day will be the quiz, tomorrow must be the day to really do the problems already.

However, after considering my previous experiences on studying this subject, I know that even if I don't sleep tonight, I won't get the insights of this chapter. I started to get nervous. I am anxious because I don't have any points to lose anymore.

It's too late to know about how hard this chapter is going to be. I have no choice but to change my entire plan for tomorrow.

Too late. I hate to know that anything is too late, but things are always too late to stop.

I can't sleep tonight again., and that's because it's too late already.

This is not the only thing though. I ate a heavy dinner, and now I regret so much, but it's too late. The food is already inside my body, and my hardworking stomach is already happily mingling the chyme.

Why? Why? Why I am always so uncontrolable?

It's too late to know that I am so wild though. My weight already goes up. When I realize it's too late to stop, it's too late to stop already.

Well, my mind starts to be vague...



Sleepless nights are always the consequences of too-late events.