Kids are always annoyingly full of energy and annoyingly honest—and the people i get along with the most are people who annoy me (for ex., my mom, 75% of my bestfriends, my sister, and the wonderful owners of these beautiful works of art).
Because who wasn’t a Disney baby? ☺️
A few highlights of today
1. Mom asked for my opinion on kicking someone out of the house. Lost my appetite. Somebody else walked in on us. Was told that said conversation would resume “later.”
2. Found out Pacs was at Nicole’s. Didn’t know why I had a pang of annoyance with Pacs. He felt it too. Were able to joke about it. Got invited to go there too. Was able to escape previous (Mom and my) conversation. Forgot about it for a little while. Felt like we were adorable.
3. 11:46 PM, just remembered that tomorrow is the due date of a scientific paper about an experiment three weeks ago. Was glad to ask Gorbie because he had forgotten too. Found out tomorrow is also the practical exam for zoo. Got called by Gorbie, finally. Had an “OH MY GOD” conversation for about a minute. Calmed our titties. Worked up a plan.
4. Annoyed a lot of people I was talking to tonight because I couldn’t manage to breathe and absorb all the things that happened today.
I dont like being told what to do.
My childish mind still isnt ready for big events that I will “need” to experience.
I value my me-time more than I value anything.
Im the kind of person who settles for “just right.” Still not ready to change that.
I dont fit in.
You hurt my feelings.
I dont like being punished for what I didnt do because I dont care about it.
My money is mine.
I dont like watching my words and my actions.
Only my mom has the right to say insulting words to me.
I love my “gay” and “ugly” friends.
I dont want to be friendly with people I dont want to be friends with.
I like spending my no-classes celebration at home.
I dont need someone judging my decisions in social media. Again, I already have my Mom for that.
This just isnt me.
I made a mistake.
I should not have went with my friends that night.
I could have saved my grades.
Maybe I would not be this delayed.
I would have less friends.
But I would have been happier.
Is something wrong with me (besides digging through phones)
in the middle of his sentence. He’d been teasing me about my jealousy again. How can I not be when I find out that he slept with four or five girls in the same room? I knew I shouldn’t have interrogated.
I walk inside my apartment and go to sleep. I am angry at him for being a douchebag. I am angry at him for going to school in Manila. I am angry that he wouldn’t send me more than one text message the whole day when I see myself and other people being called on the phone by their parents because of the surprisingly strong whistling winds of Mario—and that he won’t even reply to my response. But I sleep.
It is five in the morning and I am squeezed in the corner by a bigger figure than my pillow. I see his face.
"When did you get here?"
Half-asleep and putting an arm around my waist, he replied, “Wag ka na magselos.”
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