my days seemed very gloomy and meaningless without Z. i thought it was the end of the both of us, and that discouraged me a lot. i once thought of suicide, mainly because i thought it was the best way out. disheartened and forgotten, Z wouldn't have realised how i felt when we stopped interacting with each other. i missed those times when we'd talk about all the things in the world, which changed my conception that gossiping was only for the bitches. i thought everything will had to have end the moment we stopped talking. i realise my mistake of not being proactive enough, not iniating things when i should. somehow, i choose not to because of my childishness that to start a conversation with that special someone is equivalent to stooping down to a low level. my honest folly - how i wish time could be reverted back.

then out of nowhere, as if having noticed my sadistic state, Z did what i least expected. Z started a conversation with me. i was saved today. yes, this special day.

Z came over to my house today and we did a lukas-rossi-rocking-asshole-emo istic- maniac-session along with Z's macbook. dope dope dope, swear swear swear, crossmyheartmanholmie. that short period of time was powerful enough to make my entire day.

but shite, Z left his phone in the cab when we were on our way to my house from school. badness sucks.