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Who knew that karaoke would be so therapeutic? Highlight of my week actually.

Tonight Chaewon brought Jasmine, Sherwynn and I for a karaoke session. Jasmine and Chaewon sang all their korean songs while Sher and I picked the english songs to sing to. From boyfriend to superbass to payphone to some usher, justin timberlake, taylor swift and the best jam I think we had during the night was So Sick by ne-yo. Best. Jam. Ever. Every one of us knew the lyrics to the song and we sang it with such passion and soul it was so funny. (or maybe it was only me that did that and the rest found it hilarious. ok whatever it was a nice song.)

Even though my headache lasted throughout the whole day and came on and off, and the karaoke session with the max volume turned on and loud booming microphones made my head pound even more- I had an amazing night. I forgot how much jamming/random dancing around the room could help me feel so much better. Even if it was just for a moment.




Trying to stop myself from ranting about things that I've already talked about previously and reminding myself of things that I don't want to remember. Forgetting sometimes isn't a bad thing, right? I mean this has been debated in my mind countless of times since forever and I know it isn't. It isn't, because people move on, and time is a bitch. No matter how much you try and remember and keep the small detauled things in your head, they only can stay for that long. When that person isn't in your life anymore, especially. Because you push or discard these things away and make space for the new ones to come. Boom. Another cliche. Sad but true.

Like their number you used to blurt out like it was your own, the shirts in their wardrobe, the sound of their voice, the smell of them, the feeling you get when you hug them - I know it's cliche but it's true. Oh well. I guess it's just one of those nights I think about all my shitty experiences with heartbreaks and then when I think about the things we used to talk about, the things we said.... seems like I'm missing details. I've forgotten. I comfort myself and tell myself that it's a good thing. But a part of me remembers being so heartbroken and sobbing my eyes out for a good 1 week every night for someone that I don't even speak to anymore. That sucks. Makes me feel like a dumbass, really. Someone that has completely changed the past 1 year and it's a person I don't even know at all now. It truly lives up to the whole "strangers, again" thing I guess.

Ah well. So glad that it's been so long since I was over this, heartbreaks always suck. But they're inevitable. In my case. I don't know. Given up. It is not for me, and I should start accepting it. OK SEE. WHEN I SAID I WOULDN'T RANT, I ENDED UP RANTING. OKAY WELL WHATEVER MY HEAD IS BEING A BITCH THIS HEADACHE IS KILLING ME. Goodnight.