I do not know whether I able to go to church or not in this morning, in this Good Friday.
My puffy eyes just like Panda's eyes. My hair is awful.
I may not be able to speak right now because my mouth also dry as well as my skin.
And now while I'm typing, my head is getting bigger and bigger i could not stop this fucking feeling. Lord i know you must be hate me so damned much but what else I can do?
I was drunk so bad last night...
Everything was so blurry... with the Ska songs around my ears...
I saw people were dancin thru the Reggae one... Skanking in one circle.
The wind blew so slowly, touched my dry skin, refrigerated my red cheeks.
No one was trying to stop me, yes, NO ONE because me, my self also can not stop my self.
Oh no. I just can't explain more.
