Gimme some love, 2009 ! - Friday, January 2, 2009 @ 5:13 AM
I am in serious need of love. Love as in jobs, money, freedom, clothes, license and a hothothot bf. I know, you might be thinking hah too much. I dont care. I need to spice up my life. 2008 has been pretty bleargh. But nonetheless, ive made some pretty amazing friends, kissed some delisch lips and went for some really gore-worthy, blood-sucking and throat-slashing dates. I need some walks by the beach, holding of hands, kissing of palms and staring of eyes. Ill prolly save them for 2009, theres still 11 mnths to go. 6kgs to lose, extensions to the hair and vavavoom clothes, and im set. Set for the year, set to make a mark for myself. Im sick of basking in the shadows, giving up before i even try and feeling suicidal after some people-watching at town. Its time to stop wanting to be someone else, and just be myself. 2009 also means having to let go some of my male BFFs to the national service. 2 yrs sluts, those man-whores would be out sooner than i'd imagined. =D IMY ! What else is there in store for me... Ahh, to erase selected memories of certain people, certain occasions. Getting tipsy has their consequences obviously. But one memory id never erase, cos i wouldnt be able to anyways, is locking lips under the moonlight with our drunk friend. HAHA LOL. Nice. Oh yeah, I asked Fareed what he liked about himself, and he gave me a dozen of reasons. When he asked me reciprocately, i was lost for words and i was disgusted with myself for that. There has got to be something... Funny ? Nice ? Two words i truly deserve. FUCKING PATHETIC. My god, what have i become ? Im too succumbed in this current tidal wave that has befallen upon me and i am struggling to stay afloat. Really, really struggling. I need to love myself more, thats for a fact. When i said i see no point in breathing after what happened between us, someone should have shot me in the guts. Life is so much much much more than that. Oh oh, i would never let anyone take advantage of me. Ive been made a fool quite too often in 2008, it made me sick. People kinda call them sons of bitches ? Familiar with those ? I wanna start anew, with everything. Its about time mothafuckas. Lick my sole.
New Years Eve at Azzucar with what i treasure most in the world, the thunderbolts, electric pulses that keep me alive. FRIENDS! =D Peektures after the jump.

The boy who shines.

Werewolves come as a pack.

Girls just wanna have fun.

Friends till 40.
 
Happy new year bitches. Be merry, dont fret. Not even at the slightest thing. =D Ily!
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