I look like crap, I feel like crap, I must be crap.

I woke up this morning with the worst hangover ever – last night's 'T-Way all the way' party flashed in my head and I found myself cursing at myself and regretting all the shots I drank. All of a sudden, our (Josanne and mine) brilliant plan didn't seem so brilliant anymore. Well, at least not the morning after.

I went to the bathroom and finished what was left of last night's group vomit-fest. My world spun like hell so I figured a long, LONG bath should be able to bring me back to my senses. I went back to bed, my head still throbbing - it almost made me cry. I would've wanted to fix myself a cup of coffee, but I was too scared to get up and end up going straight to the bathroom to throw up again. Gawsh.

The only good thing that came out of last night's reckless drinking (and driving, don't ask) was someone finally did what she should've done days ago. I'm really no good with sustaining anger, I realize.

(exchange of text messages)

A: How are you? (last night)

C: (replied this morning) I've been better. How bout you?

A: I'm fine. Been out a lot lately. You sound down. Are you ok?

C: Yup, I am. Been out a lot also. Am ok. I'll just see you tonight if ever you're going.

A: Ok. Missing you... :)

C: Same here. ü

A: (thinking...) I'm sorry.

C: You don't have to apologise. I understand. And it's mainly my fault anyway.

A: Don't know, I just felt the need to. I guess I've been too hard on you. I, of all people should understand what you're going through. I'm sorry.

C: We'll just talk later, ok? Don't think much about it. I expected that to happen. I know you have your limitations as well, which is why I gave you space.

A: Ya, ok...


I still felt like crap (damn hang over), but at least I found a reason to smile. And just like that, it seemed everything was going to get better. Sigh.