and then there was...

... nothing.

For all of you wondering about the horrendous gash on my thigh... well... you guessed it...

A sudden and skewed attack of conscience – or something similar, resulting in several gashes, the deepest of which is at least a centimeter in.

"why?" doesn't cut it... (no pun intended)

"WHY THE HELL!?"

There you go...

After a a severe skirmish with my mother over a long standing battle whether I should ever go out my way to help my friends out, my mother caught my at a rude stalemate. I was pissed and she was sleepy.

I ran to my room like a little girl and bawled...

hell no!

It seems like a small thing, seeing as I am one of the least dependable people in the world.

What people never ask about or ever take notice of is the enthusiasm with which I help, and the willingness with which I follow through some difficult tasks.

Masochistic?

Maybe.

I just think I'm just the worst kind of pleaser.

I hadn't done this kind of thing for so long. This, at the behest of the only person whose love was ever made manifest to me.

The mantra for the night was...

"I only ever lived for the people I love. If they don't need me, what's the point."

People aren't as happy s they used to be at other points in my life. So it really sucks that the only substantial happiness I ever truly enjoy is seeing that other people are happy because of me.

I'm not happy, and I haven't been happy for a very long time...

totoo ang mga sinabi ko sa inyo nhiza, mari, at roanne...

totoong totoo...