Drunk The first time I got drunk, you were there with me. You asked me if you can sat beside me, and I say, sure, go ahead. I pat you. We laughed. We kissed. We made love. We returned to who we were used to be. You love me enough to hug me as I drown to sleep. I didn't feel your love when you woke up. I suppose you like us better when you are drunk. The second time I was drunk, I was alone. Only with a man I'm supposed to hate and whom I left for you. He was kind and treats me well And I cried in in his arms, for you and the world I know of. The third time I was drunk, I love you so. And I keep on reminding myself I'm twenty fucking two I should be happily running and fucking Not minding you. Forgetting you. Ruining you. But here I am missing you. Too sober to admit it, too drunk to hide it. I. Masked with a file. Lets hope he'll get it by the time i got 65

Dear Co-Worker With Beautiful Eyes... I enjoy this giddiness you're giving me, and in return I'm going to give one more day for that deadline. Love (in a formal, non loving kind of way), The girl with 12 brands.

Cranky Granma "I hate you." "You will hate me even more when I'm gone on August." "Where are you going? Take me with you. Hide me in your trunk. You can drop me off anywhere. The Atlantic ocean is fine. I'll paddle to shore. Just take me anywhere but here." "Sure. Hey Mei?" "Yes Roe?" "I hate you." "And I hate you too."

Crying In The Cab Is Becoming My Rutinity I don't know if I can take it anymore. I know I must, but honestly I don't know if it's even worth it. Because I'm damaged enough to know that people will not do onto you the kindness that you do onto them. I forgave him whenever he makes me mad, all he has to do is hug me from behind and I forgave him almost instantly. It's been two weeks, and he barely wants to talk to me. He doesn't even look at me anymore. How many breakdowns a girl should have before you forgive her immaturity?

Third Day Of Insanity Never thought it's possible, but now I know that you can work to the point where you just can't move anymore. It's insane to assign a 3 persons job to just 1 person, but that's my reality for the next 6 weeks. Can't complain much though, since the rest of the office seems stressed out all the pitches. I just wish I have more time to sleep. Buy a birthday present for my sister. Make up with my boyfriend. Check if I'm pregnant or not. Work on my thesis. Maybe I should just resign.