Rambling...
God what is happening to me? It has been quite sometime since I went clubbing (or rather pubbing in this case), almost 3 weeks and today when I finally had the chance to go, I was hardly there for half an hour. I practically begged K to take me back home, for the lamest reason of all: I felt guilty for not studying for Monday’s paper. The truth is, I’ve been looking at those chapters of GMP since last Monday, but only now it’s hitting me that I hardly learned anything. And where do I realize this? In that BLOODY NOISY, SMOKEY, SMELLY, EYE-WATERING CLUB! What’s wrong with me? I’ve never said no to clubbing. Instead I loved it a lot. And there I was looking around me thinking ‘Don’t these people have anything better to do in life?’ WTF!!
As for today, (hopefully only today) I declare that I HATE CLUBBING!! Especially in that place. Last time I used to love going there to dance. After that it was drinking, and then it was to meet my friends. But now I can meet them anywhere, so I don’t have any purpose to go there anymore!
The worst of all was on my way back, in the silent of the night I was crying!. I have no idea why. Was it because I was guilty? Or was it because I was sad that S, the only one with the lamest joke wasn’t there to entertain me, or was it because K couldn’t care less if I was there or not, or worst; was it because I’ve been wanting to cry for no reason? I have no idea. Now come to think of it, it scares me! Man I really hope I’m not turning into a depressed kid, or worst having bipolar disorder just like the patient I had during my last Hosp. visit in the psycho ward. I really hope it’s nothing like that and just PMS. Anyhow I’ve got to get back to my lengthy nonsensical notes before I feel guilty and kill myself this time. So till next time…
As for today, (hopefully only today) I declare that I HATE CLUBBING!! Especially in that place. Last time I used to love going there to dance. After that it was drinking, and then it was to meet my friends. But now I can meet them anywhere, so I don’t have any purpose to go there anymore!
The worst of all was on my way back, in the silent of the night I was crying!. I have no idea why. Was it because I was guilty? Or was it because I was sad that S, the only one with the lamest joke wasn’t there to entertain me, or was it because K couldn’t care less if I was there or not, or worst; was it because I’ve been wanting to cry for no reason? I have no idea. Now come to think of it, it scares me! Man I really hope I’m not turning into a depressed kid, or worst having bipolar disorder just like the patient I had during my last Hosp. visit in the psycho ward. I really hope it’s nothing like that and just PMS. Anyhow I’ve got to get back to my lengthy nonsensical notes before I feel guilty and kill myself this time. So till next time…
