and i don't want a conversation, i just want to cry in front of you.

I love you rebecca toh. I love hugging you so tight and dancing. Please be there, when I need to escape and run away. It's time to embark on my plan, to lead a decadent lifestyle. Ours, maybe? So, don't fly away in January! Or please don't be gone for months at least. See you, every Wednesday? We could run away and hide in the crowd so nobody can see us, nobody can find us. And the next time if I don't get drunk, I wouldn't forgive myself.

Maybe it's time, to become someone else I don't even recognize, because I don't want to be anything I had been by far.