Well, we finally had the trip we always wanted. A trip planned over beer, attendees agreed volunteered and half forcing, but it happened!
I've looked forward to it before my Japan trip.. ohya Japan, gonna write about it later.
2 days after my Osaka trip here I off to another retreat with my favorite people!
I guess compare with other friends we spend relatively more time with each other, at least we will meet 1 month once I guess?
All of them worked under one roof except me. I'm so grateful that I'm included into that friends circle.
It should be a talking, bullshitting, playing laughing trip. I thought there will be guitar there but there isn't, so jukebox from phone it is!
Now I'm back to reality, can't tell exactly what kind of feeling I carry back with me. It's mixed feelings.
At some point I felt warm, looking at those limited pictures we took, and glad it happened.
I felt happy too with so much laughter of crazy drunkard and bitches talk.
I felt one kind probably I had a random fight out of some random reason I don't even think is worth to talk about it.
But I guess I just kept my annoyance in here and in my brain, so little provoke is enough to make me blast.
I guess being left half hanging and too much guessing is not healthy.
What if you REALLY refuse to hang out anymore because of your important another half? I get it!
Do I look like a dumb bitch who can't understand priorities?
I accept the fact that things changed, so don't say nothing changed. Everything changed, you just fail to see it.
Everything aside, I feel really lifted when I know you're happy. I guess that's what friends are for, regardless how much toxic I kept inside but I'm still in the same team!
I spend a 10-15 min talking to another joker about some shit I had recently, although I'm f-ing sure you won't remember when you awake but I do feel better. kamxia.
I guess there's really too much emotions to digest yesterday, I can't even get a few hours of good sleep.
I hope I can forget that face really fast, not many people yelled at me in my 29 years life. And I'm usually very forgiving and forgetful.
But those who did, unfortunately I remembered.
I really wished I was drunk too. So I don't need to feel shitty after the shit.
I'm an adaptive person. I just need time to adjust, but usually I get to adjust after some time.
Another month to go and I'm 30!
I promised myself to live my last 20s the best way I can, before I realize it's already December!
I keep mumbling =..=