why is it that when i'm feeling down, i feel like clubbing and drinking like there's no tomorrow?

i need a cure; i wasn't like this before.
never like this.

i'm so glad that things have finally came to an end last saturday.
i felt like i've been released from incarceration, like really.
at least now, i don't have to cling on to any hopes, be it empty or not.
and i don't have to put up with rain checks now.
from the bottom of my heart, thanks for being there for the past two years.
we've been through thick and thin together and thanks for being there when i needed someone during my stay in the undesirable place.
maybe this is the farthest that we can get.
and since things isn't going to be or isn't how it was before, there's no point clinging to anything right now.
what's the point of regarding a hundred marks as a pass? it's definitely something more significant than just only a pass and isn't a pass what most people get?
at least, now that this is over, i don't have to be drowned in misery and sorrow.

i could see things brightening up for me in the coming weeks.
i'm sure it's going to be a blast, with sentosa this weekend and shopping tmr!
oh, and ivan's coming back.
last but not least, less than 3 weeks to my maiden marathon. (:

i desperately need to escape from this state of self-pity i am in right now.
life haven't been good at all.

i punctured at 21km during my run today. fucking shit, i wasn't in the mood to run at all;
i slept, but not a feeling of being recharged;
my weekend just seem to come and go;
random memories just flashed past my mind for no good reasons.

if you never had the chance to offer me assistance and you'd like to show some concern for me, now is the time.

well, nights at wala's would be great.
or maybe random splurging would help.

someone please?