It’s been a long while since I wrote about anything person on here. Well, I’ve been sort of busy, I’d like to think I am. Hah.
Hmm. Where to begin? We traveled, my family and I. We went and visited our relatives in Quezon because one of my cousins was getting married. It was great. Food was delicious. Company was better. It’s been … 6 years? since I last saw them. Catching up was a bliss.
We moved. It’s tiring. I hate moving. Every year I move to a new place. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about it but it’s very draining. Hah. You need to change routines. And I hate that.
Also, some integral part of me is still sort of sick, not physically though. It’s more of an emotional state. Although I’m not sure what’s affecting me so much. But we all know that’s a lie. I know perfectly well what’s bothering me. And like Icarus flying too close to the sun, I fall. wat. Poor choice of comparison, yes I know. Five AM thoughts usually sound weird. What the fuck man.
I’m tutoring a kid. That’s one thing that’s affecting me.There’s a helluva lot more I want to write about this one but I’m too lazy to do so. Hah.
Also, I know I get sick looking at ***** but I can’t help it. It’s stupid and immature. You try to be kind and saintly but that’s bullshit, you know? You can’t expect a person to take all your crap and not be agitated. God, people are so demanding. Don’t ever fucking call me a war freak because getting myself involved in chick drama is the last thing I’d want to do. They tell me to open up and talk to people about your problem and the moment I do so, I end up feeling bad. Fuck this. You know what, if bottling up and not sharing your problems work for you, don’t fucking change that.
Every time something affects me mentally, I have this urge to throw up, you know? What the fuck.
I’m not even going to try and end this right. /hyped