Wowowow great night everybody :D


So I went to some parties for the past few days and now I'm ill as a return. Everybody was wasted. Fun parties. Even though had them with the same friends all over. I love my friends. I enjoy watching them getting wasted. It's a weird joy.

I made a promise to myself that I'm gonna tell the guy that I think I like for the past year that I like him. Well, we haven't talked and all we did was looking at each other from distance. So now I'm not gonna waste anymore time and actually come up and tell him my name. It's gonna be embarassing but I don't care. At least I tell him how I feel. Now that I think about it, it's such a waste of fucking time. And I don't care what's gonna happen after that, he probably think I'm a freak anyway.

Sickness is badness. I woke up at 2pm today, and that was because my mother came in to my room and basically yelled at me. Asked why I haven't woke up by that time. I didn't tell her why, the reason was because I stayed up all night until 5am. So I woke up right after and played some GTA San Andreas.


P.S: Thanks for the lasagna :)



Edit* He didn't reply me. Hate me? I think :/