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computer shop. chilly. my friend Envy. black nails. orange place. That’s what the scene is right now. And I feel like I’m missing someone. I have thouht thoroughly about what I feel for him. It’s realy killing me slowly. Like a poison which I forced to drink. I was deeply touched with this Joan of Arcadia episode where Joan’s mum and bro were talking about this girl. He said he felt like his stomach hurts when this girl was not around. And her mum just replied that nobody can heal the wound except the one who caused it. That is so true. But the real question is "What if that certain someone can’t because he doesn’t feel the same way?" While I was facing the mirror the other night, all I said to myself was he’s only a dream. A dream that’ll never be fulfilled. I am starting to let it go. And now I suffer but tomorrow I will let go and say goodbye.

It’s official. I am 21. Yes. Old enough to drive.
Old enough to have a tattoo. old enough to get a job. Just old enough.
But not too old enough to get married, to have kids and to get old. I
have always believe that this is the real mid-life crisis, you know.

There’s a lot been going on with my life.  (And I have always thought there was nothin’ really going on) I’m kinda anxious about it. Chocolate is the solution. ha-ha.

A lot of things has been hindering us from graduating. Unfinished projects, professors who are pain in the ass, thesis, health. It’s just too much. A person once told me "You can’t give what you don’t have" I think I should slap this to our professors’ who ask too much.

Lately I’m having this birthday jitters. I’m turning 21 this November and I felt like I haven’t done that much. I felt there’s nothing happening with my life. No bank account. No career. No Nikon d40. Nothing. I thought I was nothing but while I was eating breakfast, there was a sudden whisper within my inner being that maybe I was looking but I wasn’t really seeing.

I have spelled the word "Ok" three times and still, it’s spelled wrong. What is it supposed to be? I mean, how do you spell "Ok" without making a mistake. I’m gonna try this. O.K 

ALRIGHT! It’s supposed to have a period between O and K. Ha-ha. So that’s how you spell O.K.

So that’s not really what I wanted to talk about right now. Actually I don’t know what to talk about eeerrrr… type. There are just these random things in my head. Just keep on swirling and turning. The feelings all together are making it worst.

Worst comes to worst. We are now in the verge of trouble. Down the path of death, meaning ‘getting expelled’, from one of our major subjects. It’s either we’re going to change professors or are we going to fight for our right to parteeeey. No. No. That’s not it…. it’s the right to do what we have to do.

My head spinning. I guess I’ll just have to sleep this through. I’m going to wait for prince charming to wake me up.