We Are Young

 

of memories.

 

my nails.

chio right chio right chio right.

woohoo.

 

wednesday.

phuture-d and it was so fucking fun.

zouk is free every wednesday for the month of april for everybody!

new crowd, new people, new friends made :)

i like how phuture feels like home.

i like how clubbing with you makes me so comfortable and high and happy :)

 

alicia came!

long awaited afrojackkkk

and zouk was so effing packed.

high, and i suffered certain memory loss.

not important, but yeah.

it was fun, very fun.

and it was the first time i had so much fun clubbing with someone i like.

i like how he's always around.

i like everything about you actually silly.

 

mum's home and that marks the end of my happy night.

fuck.

can i just go back to friday.

am i not understanding enough?

or is it just cos i start having expectations.

and that said, i was judged and insulted early morning.

it just spoil my day further.

i already rejected you and you assumed and insist on doing things your way.

so what's with the insults?

and afterwhich you apologize, but honestly do you think i wouldn't feel hurt in any way?

damn.

retail therapy just now and i just feel slightly better.

everyone's telling me everything's gonna be okay.

everyone.

everyone.

everyone except him.

i don't know if he's reading this.

i don't really wanna ask what happened.

i don't know if i'm adding unnecessary stress to him.

i don't know, if he still needs me.

and i'm just too afraid, to even ask anything.

is there any panacea to this?

i guess this is it.

happiness is really short lived.