It's past 2 in the morning. I had a day out with R. Clubbing plans failed, ohwell, and somehow, I got home to everyone sleeping, and I felt upset because I thought again.


I was confused about people. People I used to know, people who used to be in my life. People whom I thought, that I meant as much to them as they did to me.


I didn't know who to reply or depend on. I tried to think of who I could turn to, but I realised there were none. I know lots of people would've been there for me if I asked, but it didn't feel right. I wanted someone that thought I was really important in their lives, you know, someone who really cared enough.


So in short, I was pretty upset. Like really. Maybe I'm just tired, or confused, or something. But I was just planning to cry myself to sleep or something(I can't cry anymore I have no idea why).


But a brief chat with S actually made me less upset. So here I am, blogging at 2 in the morning, not sure if I'm still sad or not. We'll see I guess. And lastly, I guess I'll need a new stash of alcohol soon. My old one ran out long ago. Days like this, I probably need it to forget how to think. Might get it tomorrow.


Anyway. Nevermind. Goodnight.