Post- Hangover Thoughts

I regret it.

I'm dizzy AF.

I spent my few last days of being 24 with drunk.

I'm always full of laugh when I'm drinking. Happy pill. Melancholy syndrom hits me when I'm half sober the next day.

Still dizzy AF.

I'm queueing to enter the airplane back to Jakarta. Another airplane is ready to fly next to mine. I can feel it hits the ground, the vibe goes to my heart. I cry a little, I remember again, how that iron bird has brought those I love gone far away.

On the plane, I cry a lot.
Because of the song the airline played.
Indonesian song about the struggle of long distance relationship.

I'm fxcked.
I cry a river.

Why universe, why?

Hangover thoughts

People are foolish.

I laugh at them dancing. So eagerly dancing, trying to impress the other man/woman. So funny.

I laugh. I drink. I dance. I stare at those festive bulbs. Half conscious.

I'm drunk and I really want to write about people.
But then I'm not, I saved these words in mind. How I think about these all. Write later, I stare at bulbs again, thinking.

I dance, still really wanting to write so badly.
I remember Tsukuru, he always write when he is drunk in the party. He writes about people and how funny they ar, in the corner of a party.

Why he does the same. I don't know. We're match made in heaven. Too similar, its broken.

I still, dance and think about people, chasing other people