you know sth's wrong when you're drinking in the afternoon.
my life is falling apart, breaking up piece by piece.
have you ever felt so alone, with that feeling so bad that it chokes up your senses, and yet you're always in the midst of people?
sometimes, i really wish that God will just speed up that torture process, where He always beckons you to go "find Him".
everytime you think you do, you kind of fall back into that grisly pit again.
i need more alcohol.
it's not a want; it's a NEED.
my thoughts are barely incomprehensible, my life seemingly dispensable.
th best literature come out of lethargic fingers too consumed to touch something else. i can feel the heat in my face. long island tea sucked, but at least it gave me some bitterness to measure up to.
i can't believe i finished the bottle so fast. it's like, you wanna finish it soon, and yet you wish there'll be an everlasting supply of that painful euphoria.
am i babbling?
well, at least i'm sane. and i didnt really make any spelling mistakes.
it's better to be a bad drinker. only then you dont end up being an alcoholic, glazed over by its feel-good effects.
i must look quite pathetic with my head poured over my laptop, atop a bed of china silk.
i should have gotten more alcohol when i had the chance. my mummy pays for them.
no more parties after gotham.

I blogged @ 1:46 PM