[11.57pm]

I'm lying on my bed and I can't sleep tonight. You're out so late at night - drinking and it makes me think about you. Whether your'e feeling okay or not. People normally drink, to commemorate happy occasions, or the totally opposite reasons- drown their sorrows. I read your tweets and I guess, in this case it's th latter. It also makes me sad, to see that your'e sad. What's worse, is that, I can't seem to do anything about it. I worry about you. I worry that it's not safe. You told me some old guy whistled to you when your'e only on th way there. It worries me, if you drink too much, and things happen? It really worries me that you don't get home safely. I know, I might be annoying, forcing you to text me when your'e home. But, it gives me a sense of relief when your'e home.

Cheerup alright.

I'm also thinking about whenever we go out. You always catch me looking at you. I admit, I do look at you, I look at you alot, whther with or without makeup. Contacts or specs. I look at your face and think to myself.
"Why am I so privelleged to go out with this beautiful girl sitting next to me? Not only is she stunning. But also she seems to have like cutest personality ever."
I think you are, by far, the prettiest girl I have ever came across in my entire life. And just going out with you and sitting next to you makes me feel like I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I feel like I'm also the happyest person in the world. Hanging out with you, i gotta say, is pretty carefree. Your'e th first girl, I've ever been so open with, I've expressed myself to that much. It just feels easy to talk to you. And I think I really like you, such that, just seeing you alone, makes my day. You may prolly read this and think I'm exaggerating but I truly mean every word I say.

I think further, I always wonder what's on your mind. Every now and then, I see that look in your eyes, that change in your expression, that nostalgia. Was it something that reminded you of th past? What was it that you got reminded of? Why? I really want to know, it always makes people feel better when you can just rant things to them. I want to be th guy who'll take all that shit. I want to be th person, who you can talk to about anything and everything - 100%. All th good and th bad. I want to always be th first to be to hear your good news. I would also want to be th one you want to talk to when your'e feeling down. I want to be the one you can pour your heart out to about anything. I also want to be the guy, that would hold your hand. Bring you places. Buy you things. Make you happy....Hahaha. But, those are just thoughts. It's prolly impossible. I'm not rich. I'm not handsome. I'm not 'your type of guy'. I'm not the kind of badass you like. I'm not smart. I'm not successful or talented in anyway. But people have dreams don't they?

-Ended at 1.23am. typed so much on my phone ._. So much more to say, shall edit and post it tomorrow.

-Edit. Doesn't seem like I have anythig else to add :/

-inserts somewhere in between the post-
[12.58am] Your'e home. :)

[10.55am] Woke up to seeing no one at home. Brothers went out, maid out on off. Parents at church and they are still going out after that. Home All-Day alone.


Thought about Anisa coming over last night, she told me alot of things, makes me wonder, alot. Th scenario sounds quite the same, and her ending was bad. Prolly due to the fact that the guy has some serious attitude problem, but my scenario, is worse. Prolly not gonna say so much and just let things be.