Bathroom stall woes

I think about the words that mean nothing to you and everything to me. You spill them out, I hold them dear. I wonder if you know. I wonder...

What does it all mean?

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This is when I get all jumpy and twitchy. I feel random, like Brown. This post is half random.

The sweet goes down wrong - I cough too much and I wheeze and wheeze and wheeze. Stop. This is the last one.

Tomorrow my flen and i going shopping leh- Juice, lethal nectar, more cherry bombs (!!!!).

Maybe in a bid to stay sane I'll haul a bagful of books along. Promise not to make a mess of things. I'll stay sane this time, swear on my life. SEE YOU IN THE MORNING, FLEN (L) (L) (L)

Today we sat by the river,stoning with our rotting limbs and body parts. Pictures of random street signs and unsuspecting people, we are INDIE KIDS. With DSLR (not really) we take pictures of trees and show them to each other "O M G WE R SO, LIKE, PHOTOGRAPHY MAJORS" Not. In our boredom, we lie and make up stories.

I love Jasons supermarket and ShittyHall. More sushi (onigiri), caramelized biscuits wrapped in plastic sheets, tiramisu doughnuts, milk tea. Esplanade.

Only thing I regret was not going to visit Khairiah. Happy birthday! I hope you had a sweet sixteen.

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I digress.

What I love (if I am capable of it) most are the memories. Sometimes I walk down the same roads and lanes and think back. I wonder where I would be without you. Probably someone else, somewhere else. Today I'm glad to be here, despite the chaos and madness from earlier on. Other days I go back wishing to be someone else, somewhere else.

I hope, I hope, I really hope things will be okay.

But it'll fuck up eventually... I told you. I am optimistically sadistic. Not quite the same as being sadistically optimistic. I suddenly feel the fwup...maybe it'll be better to turn off the brain for a while.