Hey hello,
Spending the weekend back home in my Sepang house. Been in this pair of pyjamas for over thirty two(?) hours or so and it feels great. Stayed up till five am last night watching HBO movies while waiting for a text message that never came. Woke up at three pm today feeling like an absolute train-wreck. I need my fucking coffee.
Went for David Guetta on Friday, but you probably already know that Alesso stole the show. Still, managed to have some decent fun with amazing company. I think I didn't stop dancing from the moment I got there. Crazy how much energy I can produce when on the dance floor. Now to find a way to channel all that into my academics and we're set.
I'm deeply disappointed at what has become of something that I had put so much effort into. I feel as though I've been exiled from the comfort, the happiness that I once knew with this person. With distance and time being the two major factors, all I can do is stand back and watch the best thing in my life drift away. No one can tell me that things will be back to normal again, and that everything will be alright. I'm afraid its high time I remove myself from this denial and prepare myself for the inevitable. Life goes on, people move on. Just keep dancing.
Au revoir.
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