And it keeps on spinning

club. drink. dance. pub. drink. talk. club. drink. dance. drink. drink. cry. drink. dance.
The world is spinning as i cried on whoever's shoulder/lap.
and made everyone cry together.
Spinning, spinning world.
I think it's the drinks. and the music.
and all guys look the same to me.
Endless nights of senseless partying.
Getting wasted. without a single care.

I think i'll miss these crazy nights in HK.