i think if im a friend of myself, i'd be so damn fcuking irritated at me.

i'm sorry guys. maybe i'm trying too hard to deny reality and embrace fantasy. its these things that keeps me moving on. its a bad habit that's too difficult to let go. this was the one thing that i held on to during those years when i felt like letting go. that somewhere, somehow, life was a much better place, where i could be my own director, and create my own characters and storyline.

of course, i will realise that it was all a fantasy, and i'll end up feeling much worst for being so stupid to believe such a lie. but, bad habits die hard darling.

pardon me while i continue living in dreamland for the time being. but please, someone, please rope me back to reality when you see me drifting too far into dangerzone.

which means,

right about now.