might probably watch The Butterfly Effect tonight
hell nothing’s an option for me right now and i’m not sure whether to feel good or bad about it
Of course, but it’s just that I don’t think I need that. I’m still hoping, and I want it. But I’m just not sure I’m the kind of person who is emotionally stable for it - well if you’re talking about intimate love. There’s also love for friends, family, and self. Well from the those three, I’m not either sure if I’m capable of those.
Ahh yeah, when I didn’t make it in for a medical course, they just let me take whatever I wanted. The problem is the availability of a university who offers a legitimate film course, in which I didn’t pass UP’s entrance exam. So I had to take any course, which is multimedia arts in Malayan Colleges in Laguna (not sure if you’re the other one who asked as well, but there you go other anon), somewhere else for a year and work my ass off to get good grades to be qualified to transfer.
Not a problem! Good luck on that. Parents can be pretty *insert whatever adjective you want here* at times, but yeah, you’re stuck with them until you’re able enough to go. Ugh, thinking about this stresses me. Anyway, do update me with whatever happens. And you don’t have to be anonymous, I really want to meet you.
Not sure tho if all of those are from you, sorry if I don’t publish everything. You’re really sweet, thank you. I hope so, too! :)
Why do you guys do this, but thanks for the sweet messages :(
WHO ARE U THANK U THIS IS TOO CUTE :((((((
Why can’t I have a girlfriend as sweet as you guys :(
I don’t even know you, and you won’t even let me. How the fuck will this work are you kidding me
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.
I’m just physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. We all are, or most of us are at the very least. I’m not even exaggerating, I’m just not really good at handling my own issues. This is only for the time being, I know I’ll get back on feet, not very soon, but soon enough.
I really needed this message, thank you!
Every single night I turn my keys, the emptiness of my presence welcomes the certainty of tears. In which every drop I count equates the exhaustion I carry from the moment I’ve realized I’m awake. When in fact being awake leads to the fact that I’m still alive, still longing for your poisonous air; which opens another pathway of endless confusion. The scarcity of self worth I feast upon throughout the whole day weakens this damaged vessel of flesh and bones; unable to move forward from yesterday’s tragedy. I’m jaded, but I’m okay. Drained, but still hoping. Maybe happiness isn’t just for me at the moment.