I don’t know. I’m staring at the blank post hoping to say things clearly. I feel sad, and I don’t know why. It’s just fucking sad, and I don’t know how possible to be sad without knowing the reason. I feel like I need something. I need a new hair, need to go someplace, I need some tea. I don’t know.
Am I too trapped and fucked-up? I don’t know how those silly smiles hover everything. There’s something wrong. Everything’s wrong. Dammit! Dammit!
Cold weather, the rain, the consciousness of loneliness. I feel so alone. I’m a fucking island. I want to run somewhere, to run and run and run around Manila. To go to the spots that once caused me happiness. I wish I could go back to the glory days.
Broken pieces of a barely breathing story…
I’m starting to feel insecure. To feel lost.