bleak bleak bleak

Last Saturday I went out with the girls, there was a Santugon party at Temple. And oh my. Am I that much of an anti-social recluse these days that I absolutely got bored? I must have yawned at least four times; it was that staid. I dragged Claire to Figaro and was perfecty much more content at having espressos and talking. Shit, someone needs to shake back the life into me. I am terribly bored with booze, parties, people, and all that..and I can't help but think that makes me a social leper of some sort. Goodbye, scene. Nothing new happens and I just can't sustain a liking for it..

A big part of me just wants to hop again in a bus going to ****** and knock at his door and tell him I'm staying even if he doesn't want me to. I hate commuting, I hate making a fool out of myself, I hate making supremely huge efforts. I hate being the one doing the chasing. I hate girls who do that.

Whoops. I've done that. SUPER KAWAWA, SUPER DESPERATION :)) This is his kalye, my good friend documented it for posterity's sake daw. A proof my being "patapon sa pagibig" aka a waster for love. Like wasting away. HAHA


Control control control, else I become a social leper and a hideous stalker at the same time. I'm going to get over you someday. I just have to.