You

To my fellow lonesome soul,

As I have spent so many nights wondering where you are, not to mention the nights of giving up, I have concluded that only time and time will let our hearts meet, as it has let our hearts separated.

Will you wait for me then? Or will I have the courage to battle more nights of loneliness?

In the midst of numerous fits of depression, I have held on to one true thing.

Your existence is the pyre of my hope.

Until that time,
My heart awaits for you then.

Changes

Like puberty, you are never ready for changes. But we always have our two feet. We can always run from it all or keep up.

I choose to keep up.

Poor Me

How about direction.

Quagmire of possibilities all deeming to futility. In any direction, all I see is a blurred image of the future. I can't make any sense of it. I hope that I can pick all the fragments before me and make soemethinout of it. Anything out of it.

I am in the point of my career trying to understand whether it is too late to start over or if it too early to give up. A crossroad of some sort. Whatever decision I am about to take, I will suffer for a period of time. It is my destiny to be in this situation, I have accepted it blaming no one. But it doesn't stop here. Crossroads are opportunities and not an equation to decipher.

Right now, suicide seems to be a better option than looking for direction. I hate this

Birthday Cakes

The idea of giving someone a gift should completely about the person whom you will give it to.

I recently turned 24 and having spent every year wondering if the people whom I care for would surprise me as much as I surprised them everytime the occasion for calls for it. Sadly, expectation wasn't met and the worse part about it is that it was catapulted in to something chaotic.

...two decades ago, i have always hoped that someone will give me a cake that towers with icing. It was a childhood dream that got stuck until now. Although I know that holding on to a childish wish will do nothing good for me, I have always secretly kept it running like an unchin behind my mind.

Now that I am capable of buying all the cakes that I want, I am still longing for someone to buy me one.

First blog... if it isn't obvious.

Ordinary days are way too depressing.

The other night, my friend decided that she wanted to die in order to the grab as much attention as she can from this superficial world we live in. And, as rules of friendship would dictate it, she was able to get my attention. Although I knew that the more I feed her hunger, the more that she will remain stagnant from the depths of what is eating her, I had given her my ears and my heart.

The trouble with her is that she is single and lonely. If she was just single, I guess things wasn't as complicated as what has hapenned so far. If she was just lonely, we'd probably hang out at Coffee Experience at SM North. But she was both. She is a combination of two tragedies waiting for someone to die.

I am so sleepy right now, and as much as I want to continue my story, I have to snooze off. My oil glands are at maximum overdrive. Before I sign off, I want to tell her that I love her.