Its probably one of the best and worst nights i ever had in my life.

I burst a bubble on my toes without realising it, scratched my ankle when i almost tripped and the corn torn off partly with the plaster leaving the centre bare and looking disgusting. Not to mention some harassing.

If love is insulting, why is love existing? Its illogical. So much for craving for it. I believe I'm done with it.

Still, I had fun. I shopped for a lappie wv my aunts, got treated to a nice restaurant by my aunt's bf and got to party with the girls and babe. Or wandering around more like it.

I thought I will crash out in bed. Instead I'm still awake. What is wrong?