My life is getting back to normal. Heh. I'm blessed af. Even tho my eyes look like I have daily breakdowns, I actually don't. My midnights have gotten much better. I stop thinking about the faces and get disgusted. I stop thinking about who I'm supposed to run from. I have a life here, living it, and concentrating on it.

But this is inti, anyway.

I think I feel fine thinking about my first love, since the memories are great.

They thought I made cream puff for ET. Haha. Jokes on them. I don't love ET enough to start making food for him.

Somehow, I'm really glad that I had him as my first. I can't really figure out what went wrong between us, but that's okay I guess.

Why did I went clubbing.
Go clubbing, look at how the males act. Their eyes, hands. They stare, they touch whenever they get the chance. That, is reality. Go clubbing and remind yourself. Guys are bullshit, they just wanna stare at your boobs. They just wanna touch your ass. They just wanna touch and go. Feel disgusted because that is necessary.