I should be in bed, nursing my ever-throbbing head. This headache the size of China has been a pain in the ass since I got back to Singapore ... Why does it always hurt? Probably some side effect of being back on this tiny suffocating island. I want to lie down and close my eyes, and dream away ... Dreaming happy and melodious things. But I just can't go to bed. I keep thinking, my mind keeps working, and my brain keeps breathing. Breathing thoughts of this and that. I'm producing emotions that are fearful, or emotions that are thankful.

I want you. And I want you so bad. Why do things never turn out the way we want them to? Life's hard, in its ways, in our living of it. If it wasn't a hard life, it wouldn't be a life well-led. I just want to be happy, to be wanted, to be remembered, to be concerned about, to be loved ... Is that so hard for me and for everyone else out there too?

Oh my lovely alcohol, my best friend. You keep me sane. You make me numb.

-->Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield<--

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