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I am sitting here in Causeway Bay drinking alone.. but am I alone..no there are so many lonely people around...pretending to be happy with their hypocritical friends... just like me ..but I am alone. Am I happy? Maybe because its only me I trust..and only I understand me. You dont.

Its stupid sitting here with a cheap bottle of Pinot Noir from New Zealand..,but I cant say that because the love or the only one I loved is from New Zealand. I am listening to Korean loves song that makes me more blue...Blue?  What does that mean..its so dark ..no colours mean anything any more..its all black...haha

All I can see is some rich over aged rich ladies sitting nearby..pretending to be happy..or are they really happy..talking about younger guys they met..

My phone has a notification..but not from Grapie.. how boring..just another Likes on facebook..what kind of life is this. And its from someone I dont even know. 

I will just finish my cheap bottle of wine. The waiter pouring more for me.,wants me to leave.,I think..after all only 388 and sitting all night. What a boring life.,,didnt realize I had so many korean love songs..but they are really comforting when you are alone. Wonder if these aunties interested in me? But i am not but what do I want,..is someone who cares or just talk to me... am i now drunk enough to call this poetry. Who cares. I said poetry is what i put my heart in words, guess thats all., i just try to finish my damn drink and leave because the poet also has dignity...thats it..

EDITED NEXT DAY - too much intoxicated typos