clubbing last night ended in a mess.
mambo night and the music,
the atmosphere and the crowd,
i was almost on high without drinking.
then came the booze,
to dance without having to hold a jug of garbish,
2 silly girls downed a whole jug of long island through straws,
in less than 10 fucken minutes.
a strong liquor, they say.
it didnt fail to live up to its name.
vicious, it is what i'll say,
to 2 girls who had no idea.
to 2 girls who had completely no intentions of gettin drunk.
the world's started spinning
the girls on high
the dancing merely started
but the stamina worn thin
everything seems too surreal
they cant even hold themselves upright
get a grip the brain is telling
the legs have lost their grooves
and their hold
walking in a mass of stumblings and frailing hands
oh that swirling.fuck those brains that control no more
so out they went for some air.
a walk.
and to wake up.
only to find themselves sinking in further.
get a grip.
the brains kept yelling.
all that frustration.
the fun they wanted to have started melting away
as they puked their guts out.
and i was losing losing my guts.
leaving me in a shell.
so lost so empty.
as though the people in the world whom i need
are no longer there.
this feeling,
so scary and so alone.
so helpless and so disappointed.
disappointed with myself,
for allowing myself to get into something i've always sworn against.
i could have been raped for godsake.
i could have been robbed and killed.
and i thought i can take care of myself just fine.
obstinence finally let slip.
i'm really sorry to my parents who has been placing much trust in me.
tonight those feelings revives.
barely 24hours since the ordeal.
and besides those shit, i am also thinking of someone i should not.
someone i should have long forgotten.
someone whom i cant avoid seeing once too often.
it's nights like these that i wonder if i've been living a lie i've made to myself.
after all, how can 1years 9months diminish to nothingness?
or have i just become too heartless.
this feeling of lost and frustration.
i can do nothing but cry the tears that has been held back too long.
and listening to wai mian by zhou xun,
makes me cry even harder.