Alcohol is poison. 

 I spent my night hugging my girls and being sad and happy and everything in between. At some point I was at a small corner of Copthorne Hotel just crying then being insanely high after. Alcohol.

I went home and slept in the guest room all by myself for the first time in 19 years, and woke up at all odd times of the day to try to throw up and hate myself. And I swore off it but of course that'll be invalid in time.

Please let me be on my way to happy.



The most touching thing I've seen in a while.

Also I need to desperately get in touch with a primary 5 teacher or something and beg them to teach me how to help my primary 5 twin boys. At this rate they're going to do badly for their PSLE and god knows I want to help them so bad. Okay nicole tomorrow go study.

SIM orientation soon, nervous me is nervous.