Dated September 15, 2007.

Just wondering how it'll feel like to be in a relationship.

Vague.

Over the weekend, grateful to Aaron, I've really got to kick start on watching Sex And The City, though I started on Season 3.
So anyway, thanks to the boldly chic Carrie Bradshaw, I'm feeling all literary. But instead of thinking about, well, sex, or love, I am instead thinking about my life.

To close friends of mine, I don't have to illustrate out what's been going on... Wasn't planning to anyway.

Partying. It just dawned to me that it has been affecting me. As much as how I don't want it to be happening, I figure that the problem's with me. Well, it my life and decisions are made by me. I think I have established quite a 'party animal' figure with friends or even acquaintances. Five nights in a week is no problem to me. But maybe it's time I should take things under control. So, how much is too much?

I am in my graduation year which means it's no kids play anymore, not that it has been, but it's time to get more serious. I think I had too much time during my semester vacations, in which became a luxury. I could literally do whatever I wanted since there wasn't anything to commit to anyway. Okay, I lied. I was working a little... But you get what I mean.

Endless late nights. Parties after parties. 3 or 4 clubs a night, on heavy nights. Packet of cigarettes after another. The list can go on. Fuck. I don't wish to say this because I know I would have friends that will send me to the slaughter house. But am I getting a little too "old" for this whole partying scene? Or could it be just the beginning??

I would like to cut it back a little, have a little more time for myself doing something else, instead of getting wasted and dancing my legs off on top of the podium. This topic can go on and on... But one thought simply, am I fucking me up?

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