Helpless Against.

Jun 30, 2006 17:26

When one door closes, another door supposedly opens...maybe a window even. Operative word of the former sentence: supposedly. According to astrology and my gut feeling, this is not going to be a good year for me. Well what the hell is a girl supposed to believe, a theory of mysteriously opening and closing doors or a 50 peso astrology book and the nagging feeling at the back of her mind? Now, I sort of get atheists. :)

I think I've been reading too much Gibran, or maybe Palahniuk. Everything is going so completely wrong as wrong can be and yet I can't bring myself to care at least a quarter as much as I normally would. Ako pa. Somehow. I just cannot be bothered. If this was Trainspotting, I'd say, "I just cannae' be bothered." I just cannae' be bothered. Let's leave it to tomorrow please.

10 years from now, I'll be 27, hopefully. I won't even remember this exact moment. That would truly be funny. :)

Ooh baby. . .. .I feel lonely, my parents flew to Moscow today and they'll be there for a week. How sad.

By the way, The happiest birthday to Anne Delfin..

And that is all I have to say.

literature, greetings

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