Panira ka talaga foreverrr.

La huya. Linte ka, linte. Kung indi mo ko gusto makita, indi lang ipaobvious sakun bi. Sakit man ay.

Memories bring back feelings that I'd much rather not have. Just let me forget already.

I hate being forced to do something I don't want to.

Today is so similar (and different) to the day we had InTACT insertion in the worst ways possible.

Life on hiatus until next week.

Getting nervous for my Fil poem thing later. And it's the same meeting as our presentation. Oh well. Tiwala.

I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss having people I know I can trust around. I miss home.

By some weird logic of mine, I have concluded that I need to be mad (or depressed) to be motivated to be productive.

I say "I don't care" and mean it. And that scares me sometimes.