The last week of cold hell
I always referred Baguio as a cold hell since the first day I stepped inside this wretched pile of dirt. On all my works (artsy fartsy or serious), Baguio was never depicted in a positive light.
However, it is inevitable. I worked so hard for a Diploma for the past years already its pretty impractical for me to give up at this very moment where I am faltering. I feel like an orphan who has a magic bank account which is his life line at the same time. Only a few things keep me sane, but ironically playing games is not helping.
I want to go home. now na. as in now na. I want to hold the people that really matter to me. Seeing and hearing them isn't enough for me at this point. Everything in Baguio is plastic, even I am plastic.
I only become real over coffee, cake, and on the phone with the ones that matter.
Emo much? sobrang sabog ng pagkakasulat? Pwes, ganun din kasabog ang utak ko.
It really hurts if a class would pin me down till the 20th.
However, it is inevitable. I worked so hard for a Diploma for the past years already its pretty impractical for me to give up at this very moment where I am faltering. I feel like an orphan who has a magic bank account which is his life line at the same time. Only a few things keep me sane, but ironically playing games is not helping.
I want to go home. now na. as in now na. I want to hold the people that really matter to me. Seeing and hearing them isn't enough for me at this point. Everything in Baguio is plastic, even I am plastic.
I only become real over coffee, cake, and on the phone with the ones that matter.
Emo much? sobrang sabog ng pagkakasulat? Pwes, ganun din kasabog ang utak ko.
It really hurts if a class would pin me down till the 20th.