The last two days were Great! The chalet only got moving by evening haha. We turned in about two in the morning and I could barely sleep. One, the reason being that I can't settle down and the other, maybe because I started to think about how worried my parents were. When I finally got about ten minutes of sleep, I dreamt about everything that's passed and I wanted to cry so badly without any reason. But I refrained, afraid I might wet the bedsheets and into the matress itself. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep and I went down to join the others downstairs to watch two half-watched dvds. And then later we went to see the sunrise. I really prefer sunsets. After checking out Zhuliana, Aqilah, Ashraf & myself had breakfast at McDonald's and I left my ID on the tray before leaving and it got thrown in the dumpster. FFFFFFFFuck. I've to replace it all over again. Later in the evening I picked my cousin and her family up at the airport. Their older kid, Enan Roy, is chubbier than I last saw him.
I cried my fucking guts out last night, a good two hours at that. I don't know why it feels too right to cry. I mean, there's nothing wrong at home as well as between friends, not even school. I cried myself to sleep and woke up at noon today and Roy saw my puffy eyes and bits of tears. He started to cry(maybe because i look hideous or scary) and I started to cry too. He then cried harder with his pulse running at a thousand miles an hour, I cried harder too. How come kids do bits of what I do? Or haven't I learnt to grow up yet? God, I don't know what the fuck do I want.
'And it doesn't seem to matter And it doesn't doesn't seem right Cos the feelings' got no functions Still I cry alone at night' -Michael Jackson's Dangerous
