Right now I really hate you for putting me in this mess.
But I love you despite your stupid mistake.
In as much as I want to whack you now, I can't because I love you and I can only think of hugging you.
In your moment of weakness, I see a boy.
It's okay. Honestly...it's better than the asshole you normally are when you are victorious.
So now we switch from honeymoon mode to amazing race mode.
For those who wants to know the pickle I am in, this really needs to be discussed over coffee. Scrap that! Over wine!
I have poured my heart out to (idid) now I don't want to talk about it. Happy thoughts na.
Drink na. Please drink na.
Fucked up abroad,