[True Story]

Currently, I'm looking out of my window from the 35th floor. Damn, the view up here is quite nice. Before my eyes lie the city lights. What a peaceful night it is.

Earlier tonight, I attended a party. This was never my scene. This was never what I'm used to. After all, I spent all my 31 years being the good girl. Don't get me wrong. Of course, I have my bad side, but not this kind. I never party, I never drink, I don't know the taste of a cigarette. I only kiss the person I am in a relationship with.

But for the last three weeks, something snapped. At the party tonight, I had a lot of shots of tequila. More than I can count. My vision's all blurry. I can't understand half of what the person I was talking to was saying. I feel so light-headed. At one point, I remember kissing someone I just met. Even huffing and puffing the e-cig from her hand. And when I can't take it anymore, I decided to book a grab and just go home.

Getting off the car, I passed by 7-11. A thought came to my mind, and I found myself at the counter buying an e-cig for myself. I went up to my place and huffed and puffed it all alone. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. It was a text message from someone I met a week ago from work.

We spent a passionate weekend last week. Though we never really dated and have no plans of doing so. She asked me if she can come over again tomorrow for another hot sesh. I told her sure. And that I can't wait to taste her again. Now, my body's craving sex; I could just do any girl.

I'm staring out of my window, writing this. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to feel. I feel like these past few weeks, I've been living in a dream of someone else. Someone I can no longer recognize. I wanted to stop her from doing what she's doing with her life. Because I know that everything she does right now will bear a consequence and that this is not her! This is never her. Or is it?

I don't know. I can't think straight.

And oh, have I mentioned that I got my heart broken three weeks ago?