"let there be light!" and there was light.
8 am. February 4. it was the day after my birthday. I celebrated my birthday with some alone time with my mom at Tagaytay to thank her for the gift of life-- as if i am really thankful I am alive. really?
Today. I chatted with a friend. Wait, are we? but were not really friends at all. I just feel like calling him a friend for we have one thing in common-- a product of various tragedies.
I met this guy once in the place where me and my friend Vanessa would die to drink. Yes. Vannesa. she's 3 years my junior. a reckless bitch, i can say that with conviction though. But she's a good person. yes. she is. she is? just kidding.
There. going back. I woke up today feeling helpless. as I am always like this. asking why I still need to wake up. I feel like going somewhere. "where to go?", "where to go.."
*beep* 1 message from Riu
fck. messenger. i dont feel like talking or chatting with anyone rn. I feel dead inside and I need some alone time.
Hey belated happy birthday? anong ganap?
hmmm.. wala naman.. i feel like going somewhere. gusto ko tumakas..
tara! samahan kita
then let's go! Lets go somewhere and celebrate coz u were born
(should i really be glad I was born?)
and there. Light.. the first time I saw light..
