Lost My Way

Personal Life

Hmm...

Been a bit, eh? Let's see...

AH! My personal life.

Well hi, you all know me by different names, but let's keep this simple. 

I live in Texas.

A/B Honor Roll, not smart enough to take an all A Honor Roll (bring that award to my sister; that perfect girl).

I love apples, bananas, reading, typing up useless stuff, the occasional senseless art.

I listen to a mix of International and American (the typical stuff you hear on the radio).

I can make a yarn doll, a fortune teller--that's pretty much it.

I can cook spaghetti, heat up my beautiful Filipino siopao and anything else.

I'm Filipino by the way.

I get really worried when I've done something wrong (i.e. I snap at them, or I seemed like I was disinterested, so I say sorry) to my friends, so if I've done something wrong, I'm really quiet and my aura is a depressing mess of sadness.

I care very much for the things I live for--friends, family (yes, my dog), people I know (personally and not personally), people around me.

I ask myself questions like, "Would that person die for me?" "Can I really do this?" "Did you take on too much?" "Will you ever give yourself a break?"

I beat myself up over things, some times severely. Mildly, for example, as punishment for not doing assignments I could have done on the weekend, when self and group evaluation came around I gave myself a 99 when everyone else in my group gave me a 100. Normally, I would punch myself, physically and mentally, for quite some time. Extremely, I would write myself sick self-deprecating notes and/or do... Other stuff. Not self harm, of course, but... Other stuff.

AH, THAT'S ENOUGH DEPRESSING STUFF!

THAT'S ALSO THE END OF THIS!

-SHWOOP-