Too easy, too weak

Thinking of last night made me think of Matt, and so I unconsciously scrolled down my posts titles and read the few posts after 1 April. Eh Hayati Hamid, why so weak? Why?! Sigh... Fuck this really. It's okay to be weak right? Just for now. With him, it always feels so unreal. Like when we were so happy and high trying to get paint splattered on to our shirt at UV Paint Party, when we sneakily broke away from the rest at Rebel and went to Zirca, when we had to sneak in and out through his back door, when we were having movie marathon at each other's place while cuddling close together, when we were smoking at his balcony, when we took 180 and I end up falling asleep on his shoulder and him on my head, when we were so high making feather showers on each other last night at Pajama Party. You see it's all so nice and sweet yknow, like if you put them all together and play a nice song, you can actually picture a sweet, fun, cute, romantic music video kind of thing. Wow god this boy-girl shit really hurts...