Fuccckingggggg

5.17ammmmmmm by rights i should be sleeeeeeeeping. Hell no im fucking blogging.

The journey home seem like forver. Bryan was dead tired/drunk and totally black-out. Irwan was fucking sehhhh and dry. Owen was like trying to keep a hold on everyone. I was lying on owen's shoulders. I wished it was someone else's.

I can't remember a time other than the zouk to pasir ris incident 2 years ago that I got so fucking high and abit drunk. NO imm not fucking drunk i cant fucking type a blog entry if i am. I'm just very confused. A bottle of chivas wont get me drunk.

I reached home and owen texted me this : " take caree of yourself....sit down and think slowly bout e problem...dun rush for solution". Owen is such a nice bro, he even rems where i live exactly. I think I would have been taken by some desperate people if im left alone on the streets.

What is there to think of when uve decided its through????????????? what is there to sit down about when u dont wish to see deeper ingto the picture? A drunk man a;ways speaks from gthe bottom of jhis heart isnt it. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i miss the times of me and u....



Love sucksssssssssssss