shit happens.
Friday, February 26, 2010
  may not sound like it,
but the few simple texts between us made me bar myself from smoking. before i take a puff, ill rmb what you said and all. thanks really. i guess thats what friends are for. being there for each other and guiding each other onto the right paths.



and i guess im settling here. no more reaching for clouds, or even jumping. ill just be glad whenever the clouds lie low and just brushing past my face. i wont try to grab em or keep em. in case ill miss the feeling when the clouds aint lying low next time.

lousy analogy but you get it.



booyah friday duty saturday confinement. and i lied to my mom about this aint being a confinement but i had to stay back and do smth, and ill get an off in return.

srsly im messed up.



booking on on sunday morning and booking in the same night.

12 consecutive nights in camp, i counted. holy fuckshit.
 
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