i feel better. im not sure if it's the packet of bandung im sipping or just because of that eye swimming exercise i had. today was in every sense secretive. we all were. hushed whispers. long toilet walks. shared confessions. and a tragedy you wouldnt expect. the climax of today wasnt who you thought it would be. ehem ehem, something like that.
last year, last year, the big fight occured. oh, the drama of it all. the cup throwing, restraining the angry, and then the immature reaction. seeping with rage. all on his birthday last year. oh, we're all big babies fighting for soiled diapers.