mel wouldn't let me drink.
neither would they let me walk to the park alone.
-pouts.
damn, now i wished edward hadn't gone to the confirmation after party.
he's the only one who would do those stuff with me.

blah, why is that for the past two days when i'm desperate to get drunk,
i'm not fucking allowed to drink.
or i'm just given at most 3/4 of a mug.
bloody hell man.
edward didn't deliver on his promise lah.
why did i have to be so damn sober?
i'd rather drink myself drunk for the past few days.
there's too many things i want to forget.

it's easy enough to say that i should forget what's been said.
but my mind's really, a fucking bitch.
and i can't.
i cried after the mass just now.

which is why i love edward so much.
he knew i was lying, but he took my word for it.
to give me the privacy i wanted.
and he did that smiley face again.
haha, thankyou bigger kid.

the balloons i bought for them were freaking embarrassing man.
they were fucking huge.
but it was worth it, to see them smile.
heh, i finally found thomas for nick.
and though the spongebob was kinda like a substitute for edward,
he still liked it, which is good.
i was expecting both of them to murder my ass 'cause the cards and all were pretty gay man.
ah well, it was pretty worth it.

i vow to start saving and working out.
then i can buy nice nice clothes at the end of the year.
yeah right, in my dreams man.

and really, i should tell sherlyn soon that i'm reconsidering joining.
damn, i keep putting it off.
she'll probably kill me if i drag it longer.
12:20 AM
|