Topics of substance and satisfying nature

Wednesday

Topics of substance and satisfying nature

I was out with my other Libra counterpart on Monday, when we realized that they were giving a bottle of wine to a group of 4 girls. So we ended up drinking a bottle of wine, and catching up, since we haven’t seen each other for a while. And the entire night conversation involves topics of sexual nature. I realized that I was the only girl who was had never licked an “that particular hole”. While all the rest, recommended I do not think I could ever. Could you? Or am I just the only conservative one here?

Then come Tuesday, I have decided to have spend my night with Junky. After booking my flight , Junkie and me ended up drinking beer at a Chinese restaurant.

What happened last week in his life.
Okay to begin the story, here a snapshot of Junkie’s life and personality. He never felt that his life was on the verge; therefore he never really talked about it. No matter how bad it is he always felt that it was within control that he could still take charge of it. Money can be found, as crazy partying as he is, he still gets his life on track – at least on the surface. He could never be angry with friends, so instead of saying it, he only gives us the look and mere sarcasm that people overlook as just words.

The last week, he started playing with some heavy-duty drugs. What he finished in two days is what a hardcore addict would take in a week. So, he thought it felt nothing. He kept taking it and the next thing he knows, its been a week he’s on that BS. That he decided to break for a day, detoxify and sleep. Next thing he knows, it was Saturday, and he was alone in an empty house, curled up in a ball, clutching his NOKIA, and scrolling down his phonebook. Alone, ditched by a friend, with dreams of those whom have left the world. Scared beyond believe, when someone came to his rescue, he was bawling out every emotion he ever held back. Good thing that he had a bad trip.. if not he would have called the dealer for more.

We sat there talking about how much we have at risk, and how much we couldn’t deal with how I emotions betray us sometimes. Maybe, as our age keep ascending, and life has f**ked with us more, we are not as cynical as we think, we are just not as tough as we use to be. We falter. We give in to what we truly feel. And we try to hide it and conceal it.

I guess that is why we are out every night. Drowning our sorrows, our past, our debts, and anything that is painful. Because the moment, we are alone. It hit us, how alone we are and how messed up our fantastic life is.

xoxo
Rollo T.