lessons to be happy, it's you.

wednesday:
happy birthday Kenny!

the night ended well.
it was like good old times.
good music, bad dancers, pushing and shoving. but it was all good.
and after, we walked to our usual haunt, the petrol kiosk, sat by the curbside and whined about life.

how much positivity can one have?
how much positivity would i have to inflict in me to make it happen?
i just can't.
tell me.
tell me, when.


to jun: you can't lose what you never had, right?

hello, lush.