on not making sense.
Tis a dreary day.
Nobody ever remembers when my birthday really is. YEah, people know it’s gonna be my birthday but never really KNOW when. People have been greeting me since September. What is wrong with you people???
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Why do I bother?? Why do I even bother? Why does texting him mean so much when I am NOT supposed to wait for a reply, when I’m NOT supposed to be texting him in the first place?
I am so hopeless.
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Am window-shopping the internet, thanks to Master-Multitasker Claire who has infected me with her antsy No-Work-Done virus. You can do basically anything but work. Haha. Nakakapagod din pala mag-petix.
I was friggin happy yesterday. Giddy was probably more like it. Even now, when I think about it, I still have the urge to smile that really big smile. My crush (Now to be referred to as Crush. Yeah, ang jologs but wtf. Tis MY blog.) told me I am his favorite. Haha. He was joking, of course, because I was laughing at him. But still. Hah, don’t know how to translate the kilig to weblog paper but wth. I cant really write the details because a certain set of people will know who I’m talking about and Crush is still my little secret. And that certain set of people read my blog.
Am supposed to be working but am relishing procrastination. No drive to do good today. Probably that is why I texted somebody I’m not supposed to text ever. I have absolutely NO self-control.
Am not making sense today.
Still have a couple of minutes left before my next class. Am in a birthday rut. Remember to greet me a ‘Gloomy Birthday’ tomorrow.
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