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jiali ♥
twenty two. sixteenth februaries.

❝ Ladies night yo ❞ ♡ Thursday, December 5, 2013

(4 December, Wednesday)


And sooooo that was my first experience in a club. Like for real, not that time at oikos bash when all I did was.. Sit around eating catered food in a fully lit club haha. Well it wasn't too bad an experience, but nahhhh it's really not my type of place. People there are too hapz, I'm not th hapz type. Like mel said, I had the longest skirt on (which I felt very safe in haha) and I was prolly the only girl without make up because nahhh I don't give a damn/I'm too lazy mwhaha. And nope I didn't get drunk enough to get myself on th dance floor, even after two drinks- either my alcohol tolerance has increased or that's how little alcohol they use in Mink haha (I highly doubt it's the former)

Don't know why I can't fall asleep now (yes, at 4.30am in th morning) but I'm feeling sad again. Hate periods, my mood swings like crayyyyy. I figured that I'm prolly feeling sad cause I've seen how people behave in there and I'm starting to imagine how my own boyfriend would be like/have been like in a club. Or maybe because we quarreled today. I cried angry tears for the first time in ages. Thinking about everything sad now and they're making my stomach turn. 

I hate late night thoughts like these; they keep me up and I'm wide awake even till now. I know I trust him enough and I shouldn't even be doubting him, but there's still this little prick in my heart that won't go away. I guess it never will, even with any form of reassurance.

Let's hope I can sleep it off, soon enough

Don't believe the things you tell yourself so late at night / You are your own worst enemy

Step up your game girl, whatever happened to independence. No more tears.