-I like last year's birthday; the other 17 years, not so much. I don't know about the ones I can't remember, but all those I can, I don't specially enjoy. When you expect much, you be let down much more. I am not the kind of person whom the world celebrates as I grow a year older; I hoped to be, but I'm not.
-I know it's only a couple of days left, but I'm tired and I'm exhausted of missing you all the time.
-Brastagi trip wasn't as bad as I expected, but it's no blast either. The thing is that when I came back I just feel like I'm back to the place I didn't leave and you did.
-Some people think I'm strong, I'm not. My strength is not with me at the moment.
-I am having a lot of trouble finding things that would cheer me up recently. Things don't entertain me.
-You'd think a vacation would do you good. My vacation gave me a fever, a backache, and tonnes of work left undone. And it wasn't even a vacation I chose to go to. I went because there wasn't enough not-too-old-people or not-too-young-people to take care of the too-old-people and the too-young-people. The only thing good about it was that I had a lot of good pictures taken.
-I find that I stop having the urge to blog. Recent events have caused me to realize that the feeling of wanting to share thoughts and ponders is directed to only a few people. What's the point.
-I am a sad sad sad miserable piece of human being. I am better off existing in non-existance. Please ignore me.
-I cry. I am freaking sentimental. I cry.
-I miss you; why is that so hard to grasp? And why is the feeling so hard to get used to?
JY
