For all the things that I’ve done, even though I know I shouldn’t. The guilts. The discomfort, yet pleasure, that it temporarily brings upon my conscious mind and my exhausted body. While it’s the nature of human to either forgive or forget, I’m still very hesitant to do so. Maybe the occasional “whatever” will fix it for now. But the feeling of disappointment lingers on.
Yesterday was my first time that I actually had a lot of fun at santa monica pier. We didn’t go for the beach but for the arcade. Lol it was pretty fun. After that we walk around and just talk about everything. I really enjoyed that moment.
After the beach we went to get half&half and went back to my house. We just chiling and she want to watch a scary movie. Then she picked some Korean scary movie (white) and omg I almost shit in my pant. I swear Korean scary movie are fucken scary lol. and yea that’s how my day end lol.
