I am supposed to be going out with the woman I thought was my friend today for drinks, until I told you that I realised, I'm just a her-sanity-purpose friend.
I refuse to call her to tell her the plan is cancel. I refuse to even acknowledge I am dissapointed. I just refuse to communicate. Feeling that I need not even bother to hold any form of courtesy to the person whom isn't really true. Like, let's-not-waste-time kinda feeling.
I thought I wanted to get back to work but somehow my thoughts came to this. Of a sudden.
And so, this missy here is going to be all on her own over the weekend, with her smelly pillows, big cushiony bed, beloved books, sweet lovely artsy stuff, writing, a short, singlet, flip flops and totally unruly hair. But that's my world I guess. That's my very, very own world… Happy weekend people...
