I’m not that much of a believer in god and all related to him, but I just couldn’t help but react when I saw this:
It doesn’t really help that he like Maria Ozawa before he liked the Lady of Guadalupe either.
Just like I thought she would.
I’ll be waiting, and so will you.
Still, reading that tweet made me very happy.
Ano ba yan. Namimiss na agad kita.
I Love You.
I haven’t had any decent sleep until, literally, 10 minutes ago. This was because I was busy bawling my eyes out writing an unbearably long angry tirade/love letter to her. In fact, I’ve spent 3 hours walking aimlessly around the house contemplating whether to meet her or not.
Around 11 am I heated the food and left in a hurry. I had to endure what could possibly be the most painful 3 hours of my life. She and I said our long goodbyes, ones we won’t be saying in a long time, then I made my way home. This ought to be a break for me, but I started crying like a bitch on the bus. There was this old woman who offered me her hanky as she tried to comfort me the best she can. That makes it 2 times this week when I cried on a bus and a random stranger tries to comfort me. Umm, okay.
So I get to the bus stop right? It starts raining hard. I decide to pull off an emo and walk home. I was pretty much soaked to my undies and had this glazed look in my eyes. Suffice to say people wouldn’t come within 3 feet of me. I get home only to find out that the food I had previously heated is now not any good. AND THERE’S LIKE A BILLION MORE SERVINGS OF IT. My mother is going to go ballistic when she finds out that I caused the food to spoil.
Today is just my day.
for everything. I literally lost my appetite, and I’m never one to waste food. Is it because of my brashness and tactlessness?
Or maybe the ridiculous amount of tonic I took.
Ayoko na. Good bye.
Edit: I’m single. Ready to mingle. But I don’t want relationships. They suck and never work. Haha.
I get put off so easily.
Sometimes I even wonder why I get to be so affected by everything. It’s a character flaw I wish I didn’t have. Why has the universe made me a human being capable of having so much emotion than I actually care to have? Okay ew.
I just wish I didn’t give a fuck about half the things I do. Maybe I’d live a happier life.
Get your pretentious ass morals away from me before I punch you in the face. Or, you know, you can show me a new hobby and we can be friends for life.
whenever it’s the holy week the quality of food decreases significantly. I mean, it’s the holy week, you guys. Isn’t the food supposed to be to die for? Seriously, imagine if horrible food would be your last supper. Would you have died happy?