i am longing for a great holiday somewhere. i miss the smell of hotel lobbies and the ticklish feeling every time i step into the hotel’s bathroom because the floor is cold enough to make my feet numb. and i miss the big bouncy beds they have. i miss eating food that costs a bomb. i just miss the luxury feeling when i’m on a vacation. i miss being a tourist, nuff said.
the best is to throw away the past anyway. i say fuck it. i don’t see a fucking point. i don’t see a point to make friends and become good buddies and then as we move on, we just grow awkward towards one another. today makes sense in the end. so fuck with whatever reunions that requires me to connect back with friends. i dont give a fucking shit. yea we sure do have a laugh or two but we clearly understand the great barrier that divides us. what i have now is enough to make me happy. i don’t mean to be a fucking twat but really i am in my honest opinion. yea i meet new people everyday but in the end only a few appreciate me enough. believe me, the silence in between little conversations is awkward enough to make me want to blast some metallica. i am anal and i don’t fucking care.
i just cant wait to dance my ass off this coming day. bleurgh.
the week may start off being bad. but then again i think i have my fair share of sexcitement. thanks a lot Firmenich. you saved me from burning my mind of desperately trying to find a way to save money for next week. xoxo to you. :)
so now i think i can party hard, top up my prepaid and buy a pack of winston without having to worry about being penniless. haha. i know, i only look for temporary happiness. cheers to the future and many more screwups!
“i looked up saw cloud floating by, without a sound
banana slugs do their ‘yin yang’ thing
hermaphroditic, little fling”
life hasn’t been treating me good lately ‘cept some occasional spacing out sessions that i had with myself that was quite satisfying actually. caught skins 3 online during the weekends and indulged myself with the malicious teenage drama. and then the week just has to suck so bad. i had to suck it all up and stop crying like a wuss ya know. i hope i end this bloody week with a high note. 2 more fucking months, hell yeah. but then, but then again, what if i screw it all up in the end. what if i just fuck everything up all over again. i’m very sick of this. someone should just stick a pole up my ass. that’ll be great please and thank you.
trippy trippy song.
