Time?

After about 6 months of a tad bit (just a little bit!) of clubbing, I think it’s safe for me to say that…

I am a domesticated child.

I think. (heh)

I grew much from it, learnt a hell lot from it and I am very very proud to say that I am tamed.

Many untasteful and nasty things happened along the way, and of course, I am not proud of what I did at all. My lowest was spent with even more drinking. Unhealthy.. but at that point of time, it felt like the best remedy that I could be offered. I’m not talking about my relationship gone bad but things that could make me think twice about what kind of a person I am. Things that brought me to my lowest and wonder if there ever will be a way for me to get out of the struggle and the mess. I would often cry when time is on my hands because only then, I start to ponder on my actions. I still think about it every now and then as a hard slap on my face that I will NOT repeat my mistakes.

I am glad that I had friends to help me along the way; reminding me that solitude is never solitude and that they will love me irregardless. I am thankful for Hazel and Amanda for being consistent nags and being real to me instead of all the fluffy things that they could have said. Girlies, I love you. I really do.

So here’s a huge thank you to you two beautiful girls and hope that some day my shoulder will be big enough to let you wet and lean on

Life is all good now. It is all good.

like a boy

i love the whole long hair feminine side + kickass baggy jeans with the white tank. not contradicting but awesome as a whole.