Sentosa

Tomorrow is the day. To flip or be flipped.

I’M SO EFFING BORED AND IT DOES NOT HELP THAT YOUTUBE DOES NOT LOAD AS FAST AS BEFORE.

Peace to the Penguinz.

123.

I want you.

Sigh.

I was inviting her into my heart.

Disappointment.

Nothing is going right.

Looks like you couldn’t care less.

Ahh. I can tell if you actually come by to read. But the stats show and I’m just ranting to absolutely no one.

I am not myself. It showed through my throwdowns just now.

I need a cigg.

In the air.

I thought you were some where around me when I was waiting for my bus at the interchange.

Your scent.

It was there.

I have to stop being like this.

Without holding a finger, you’re holding me back.

Resisting the urge to just pick up my damn phone and call/text you. My better judgement says otherwise.

Pull.

The windows are open. My fan is switched on.
Yet I still can feel the difference of the air that comes from either source.
The air that comes in from the outside feels cold.
Cold enough to ease the pain from the strings of my heart.
Give me a cigg and all shall be beautiful.
As they say, a beautiful disaster.

And studying for Marketing at this hour and in this state sucks pig nuts. I swear.

I can’t differentiate a want and a need right now. Oh well, back to the notes.

Protected: The scent.

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