Like an any ordinary day, left in the house alone, with the computer on my face, with our dog barking out loud cause he wants me to take him next door to play with his wifey, our kitty sleeping in the sofa and me with nothing else to do. I'm starting to hate this computer also. Naa or maybe the computer is the one sick of me.
I hate this kind of life. I hate myself for not being good. I hate myself when I'm not studying hard and I hate myself when I can't understand things any better. I hate being alone in this house. I hate eating breakfast and lunch alone (sometimes It's better for me not to do so). I hate blogging this kind of silly stuff. I hate this feeling, I hate it. I hate how this world goes on like this. (Well, five years is not so long. Be ready. We will get this what we called TRIUMPH. sana matapos ko na rin 'tong kontradiksyon kong 'to.)
I can't remember the last time that I felt really happy, for I was never been happy at all. Then what makes me whole? A good book, good sleep, good grades (no, I don't believe in grades), good food, good friends?
I miss you.
