Today was filled with ikea's food, tears, laughter, fights and arguments. When I reached home I felt like shit, thinking, I probably screwed up my goddamn life and the only way to get out of this rut (or to survive, at this moment) is to get drunk and wasted and OD on aspirin. Then I remembered, hey, faye is online, so I went to talk to her. Reasons why I love Faye is because whenever I'm at my lowest I'll just type all my shit and nonsense and let her do her magic. I'm led to believe she had put a spell on me because just minutes after moping about my sad life, I was up and about again, chipper and perky. I mean, I can control my life. I can be happy. I don't want fishboy to feel bad all the time for me crying in public. So now I'm thinking, hey why don't I text fishboy and apologise and tell him that I've got a whole new outlook on life? But nah, I'll give him some room to breathe for now. No one needs rafhana breathing down their throats all the time. Sometimes when you're at your lowest, you look around for girlfriends to help you get through this, but they've sort of apparated into thin air. I've been friends with Faye for like 4 years now (holy shit, thats bloody long) and I've never had dinner with her. So toodles for now, I'm going to finish my 30-page report! 10 pages to goooo!

Labels: boys, friends, i swear i'm trying to get better, loveee