Why the fuck do you conspire to keep fucking me over? Why? When everything seems to be alright you screw me up.
So, last night, after an amazing day of chilling and sipping beer mosas, this beautiful girl from England and myself head over to the bar area, the backpacker area, to have a couple drinks. After being there for a while and everything being fine we're like, maybe we should call it a night and just head back to watch movies. On the way back, we get hit by a damn truck. I wasn't even drunk when I was driving but of course this fucking truck had to pass the red light. I had 2 interviews today, now I have to move them. At least I can walk better than her, she's pretty messed up and that doesn't really makes me feel better. I would prefer to be the one feeling worst. Not her.
Thank you Hanoi for the way you received me. You know what? BREAK ME, NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT AND YOU KNOW WHAT. I'M GOING TO GET UP EVERY FUCKING TIME.
At least I have nice company in bed and taking care of somebody is always a rewarding thing.
Let's smile people, shit happens, c'est la vie.
Fuck you Murphy's Law.
This pain killers are pretty nice actually.
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