I hate sobering up. I hate thinking. I seriously hate the after effects of clubbing. That clarity. That revelation. So fcking shitty. My head is spinning and it hurts so bad.

What am I? Who have I become? What is happening to me? What am I doing? What do I want?

I don't know.

Everything is just all mixed up, mashed up, messed up in my head. Fck it. What am I supposed to do now?

I feel so mothafcking empty.

Regrets. Why do I keep making them? Why? Fcking why?

Why do I have to have pride? What is pride? Why didn't I do something just because I'm scared of what will happen after that, how it would affect my pride! Fck pride!

Jolene Quek Wei Wei, you are a pathetic materialistic fcking ugly piece of shit loser.

You should go to rehab.