i recently spent the night with my head suspended over the toilet bowl, puking out food in the reverse order i ate them: first my dinner of chicken wrap, next the mangoes i ate after lunch, and finally my lunch of fish and tofu with black bean sauce. yum.

i had to miss 2 days of work again and i found myself not really caring because despite smelling like puke and feeling all empty and dead, i managed to come across a well-deserved epiphany: i need a better life plan.

i need to go out there and experience more things.

i'm too young to be stagnant and too old to be jealous of other people's lives.