coming home from a night out is my most favorite time of the day.
the streets are empty, its dark out and driving alone, just listening to the radio or current ipod playlist is very therapeutic. i could do this for hours on end... there's nothing better than engaging in something mindless, like i'm on autopilot and just cruisin' along...
... i'm never gonna survive, unless, i get a little crazy
heard this on the radio, exactly at the intersection of Ayala Ave. and Makati Ave.
i'm not gonna bore you with all the S!*T and drama goin' through my mind, but the funny thing is, i found the most meaning in some random song playing at 2:43 am.
and i think it's true.
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