It was a night like no other.

Time was trampled over. Leisure was stopped dead on its tracks. Mini-speech turned out as an epitome of epic fail.

After all these surprises, I asked myself: What else could possibly go wrong? So, tired and downcast, I sought solace in the company of my bestfriend, but ended up getting 20 times more loads of crap.

Sweet. Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered to ask.

Well, it wasn’t really his fault—at least not completely. Wrong place, wrong time—those kinda things. Plus, drama just  has this distinct characteristic of catching up really fast the more you try to keep yourself away from it. And, like they say: when it rains, it really pours.

Sigh.

I hope I could just go to sleep and dream it all away… but even the dark, silent dawn wouldn’t give room for a good night’s sleep.