But I got him where I want him now

PARAMOREEEEEEEEEEE. I should have totally tried out for the Radio Heatwave contest to win concert tickets- that would've prevented this immense guilty weight sitting, in all its constipated glory, on my heart. You never know if you don't try, y'know. :(

I haven't been doing much aside from work an tetris battle, which I know sounds like a perfectly disgusting way to pass the time. My social life has come to a standstill because of my thirst for money. And I'm so addicted to tetris battle (even though I suck at it) that I've started to think in coloured blocks.

I don't know if this is a side effect of something going on in my life but I feel like my writing is deteriorating. Words don't come as easily to me and even in my daily life, putting my thoughts into words without using Singlish has become a heavier task than ever. Now I'm scared out of my wits because I really can't deal with losing some eloquence or other. That's one of the few characteristics I've ever found worthy about myself...

Enough talk about that, though, I'm looking forward to receiving my pay and splurging the fuck out of my wallet. Just the thought of retail therapy is therapy in itself, it gives me STRENGTH.