12th July.

Been a month since I last posted.
I'm getting sick of blogging again.
Prolly cos my life is so boring, there isn't much worth to rave about.
And I come to blog, no longer about the good things, but to rant and whine. :(

June has been one helluva month, and so has the past 12 days of July.
& by that, I don't mean good. In fact, it's sucky.
I don't know if anyone knows, but mid-year for me has always been shitty.
Still trying to get my morale back though.
WC has ended, which would put an end to my late nights and missing of school, & hopefully also the end of my money woes.

I betted and lost so much, I'm ashamed to keep count.
I am like always like that right. Like ugh, never changing.
Baby hasn't been saying much already, I know she's grown tired and no, I do not wish to be disappointing her all the time.
Yea, so I'm quitting gambling. LIKE YEA, FOR GOOD.
You get tired of me saying. I'm promising that was the last.

Anyway, I am sorry. You've been the greatest ok.
You're working so hard and getting so dark from that stupid sun.
Fucking bruises you get everywhere and the early mornings you have to get up for work.
And when you meet me despite how tired you are, AWWW!
I just wanna hug and kiss you and just throw you somewhere. Lol.

I love you, Baby. You complete me.
We could be 80 years old and counting, I'd say the same.
And you'll never need to fear that I'd say goodbye.
I'm yours. Forever.

Xoxo.