1:56 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
Get drunk, start puking, dance like a prostitute in training, dress
scantily. You know you cant walk straight but you're sober with a splitting head. It's 3am, you use all your remaining consciousness to scroll through your phone book and yet, not knowing who to call. Who could have bothered, on a lazy Saturday morning, dead to the world. Barely known acquaintances takes care of you, you remain concussed till the morning after and I'm amazed at how much this world runs on gratitude. But actually, I wanted to, and wished.. Guess it's okay, I'll stop wishing, maybe it would numb it a little.
Do you remember when life was so much simpler? When movies were $5.50, bus rides cost 45 cents, 10 cents ice pops, and neoprint machines had only selected designs. How much life has changed, come to think of it, life hasnt been hard. All I did was to drag myself into an endless cycle of diets, self image, money and the glitz & glamour of rich and famous. Then, nothing beats receiving flowers, some hugs, kisses and a handwritten note at the end of a very long and tired day. How has life been for you? We forget too often, just please dont forget me. There's alot I've been wanting to say but then again, who am I going to say all these to?
They're busy, so I guess I'd still find me.
>Talk to me.