Hormonal surge made me a raging mad bitch.
When 'I miss you' becomes, ' You-don't-care-about-me-and-don't-even-know-what-I'm-doing-all-you-care-for-is-your-games-and-online-sluts-I'm-dumping-you!'.
And that's how a relationship on the mend comes to an abrupt end.
Went out drinking with Jave, Boey, and Neal after that.
4pm till 3am.
We polished off endless bottles and cans of beer at East Coast Park, talked shit, and arranged for clubbing later tonight.
Love my Ducks.
If I can't have a boyfriend that treats me well, I'll just turn to my Ducks. At least friends won't fuck and chuck.
Read and re-read 1st Corinthians 7.
That fucker kept imposing his own views into the Bible at the end of the chapter from verse 29 onwards, and that pissed me off. It's not even from GOD. Even if it was WRITTEN, I'm sure it was written to self justify his own existence as a Single man.
Perhaps my understanding isn't deep enough. But, whatever!
I'm still gonna get myself a Husband material to get my own house to live in, because if I don't start now, I'll never be able to afford a flat in the future.
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