It's almost 2am!

It's Almost 7 AM

I'm done. My life partying the nights away is over. It's really hard to realize that there are younger and younger people entering the club scene. I'm 26 years old and I'm STILL partying! For what?!

This is not brought upon by a single moment in my life where I've just had; it's actually a series of unfortunate events.

First up is when I almost got arrested in Legaspi City for allegedly trying to kiss a girl. I was really drunk that night and I regret every minute of it.

Second is when I went to Boracay with my friend and did lots of nasty, dirty things. Well, they don't really compare to what I've done in the past but when I was going home, I thought I'd be done. The trip was really fun and I'd never imagine myself enjoying a holiday with just one person, but it proved to be less stressful and more funner. Going home, I knew that that was it, that I'd never have a funner experience than the trip.

And then the incident one night at a bar. I'm not going into details because I regret every minute of it, but let's just say there's more trouble involved.

Now, I'm writing at 7 AM, trying to make sense of what I do with my life. I feel worthless at 26, which is, to some people, prime years. Some of my friends have their own businesses, some have been promoted, and I'm here typing away at 7 AM. How sadder can it get?

Everytime I look at the crowd and see younger people, I thinkto myself where did those years go to? Aren't I tired of fun, fun, fun? Tired of it all!

But then again, that's the type of person I am. One thing one minute, another thing another minute. My life is ONE BIG SIGHHHHHH....

posted by Rom / Rub according to the barista @ 6:51 AM