So many things happening all at the same time. Time should either rush by or stop completely because this achingly slow pace of piling challenge after challenge on me? Not helpful. I think I've called on god's name more times this February than I have in my life. "Lord, tama na, lord."First things first, because I did promise I'll mention it here ( Read more... )

It's 7:09 in the morning, I am finishing this writing piece, stressed to the core of my being. Dressed in nothing more than pseudo-boxer shorts and a ripped and hole-y punk shirt, with bed-hair and puffy eyes, soaking up coffee and cigarettes through my skin. In thirty minutes, I'm going to take a shower and flying to school where I can be stressed ( Read more... )