the little things

i wanted your reply to ask me why i was up so late, because i just needed to tell you that i was in great pain. my stomach was burning up with 3 submarines. submarines are a new discovery, a glass of beer drop a shot of whiskey in it and drink it up in one go - no stopping allowed.

i became disillusional through the night.

malaysia was lots of fun, Daries drove at great speed and took a turn with a nice G-force thing. it was good to know i still had heart. the food was yummy, the ride was nice and the talk with them was eye opening. i think i just needed to see a different perspective.

and i realised i still thought of you.
caramel = you
chocolate = you
mens wear = you
obviously, everything had a piece of you.

ahh, im tired. i dont know what im feeling today. it feels raw.