He's gone home. That's enough said.
With that marks the start of my abstinence from Ricky Drug. Hopefully(and I think) I won't suffer from any massive withdrawal symptoms. Day after day I have unknowingly increased(or attempted to increase) my daily intake and the dosage, and before I knew it, I was already intoxicated. Such rehabilitation is absolutely necessary to keep my mind sane and free from images of him (oh, did I just said 'him'? I meant 'Ricky Drug' actually).
Alright, I confess, that was a lie.
Why would I want this rehabilitation programme when I willingly succumbed to intoxication earlier? The withdrawal symptoms are beginning to show. I started looking through the pictures we took.
I am in dilemma. A part of me wants to go home so badly so that I can see my family again and eat and eat and eat ALL those kind of food I have long missed. Of course, the KL trip promised earlier included. I want time to fast forward, so that I can get home. Yet the other part of me wants to stay here and enjoy the very last remaining moments of true freedom, where rules and limits are long forgotten. It's been a long time since I last savoured the taste of liberty, therefore honestly, I'm so reluctant to leave, and how I wish time could just stop here.
Contradicting, am I not? My life is made of contradictions and paradoxes, believe me.
To ease my withdrawal symptoms, I shall have another small dose of Ricky, and here it goes.
That's Ricky in disguise!
A pleasant and safe journey home, dear.
