Its as though, you don't know me at all.

Fucking wasted day, I was so fucked wasted.
I wish unpleasant memories could be erased like a flush of the toilet, the bad stuffs goes out once and for all without regrets.
Then again, its the unpleasant memories that keeps us motivated to pursue on for a better life.
So what if there was no such thing as unpleasant, bad, evil, jealousy?
Things would be so much more better and we would all be hippie-mamas.