Just came back from ET's surprise bdae party.. Those blood shot eyes... Result of the never ending booze... I wonder how am I gonna write out my debate script for tomorrow's debate in such a condition..

The irony is that I sometimes like the feeling of getting drunk.. The feeling of not being conscious... The moment of not hiding your true self.. The moment of letting your true emotions take control.. The moment of recognising who you really are... The moment of letting loose your pretentious self...

That text msg still lies vividly in my head... How could you ever say such a thing to me... It was the most hurtful thing you could ever say... It has haunted me for the past 2 years and it will continue haunting me.. You left me stranded there alone... I'm still there, still at the very place we started... But you're already gone with the wind... Why... Why me? Why at that point? Why leave when I needed you the most?