the aftermath...

I know it’s been two weeks since I lost my phone, but I still can’t get over it. and the fact is, my enthusiasm seemed to have left as well when my phone was nabbed. My enthusiasm in everything. I can’t fuckin’ do nothing right. Or at least I think I’m somewhat incapable to do anything. Poor me. In fact even my thang for prince seems to have been lost as well. But I remember I said I’m gonna try hard to make us work. But if we’re gonna break-up, I’m so no longer in the mood to go into another relationship or to even look for anyone. I’m gonna stick with myself and me. I dunno but I feel like going back to serenity and mourn my way out of it, if I’m even gonna be able to.

I don’t know why but I do miss someone, actually I do know why but I ain’t gonna disclose it, actually I really don’t know. Wah! I dunno. I hate myself right now. I really do.

Anyways, I’m gonna look for work soon. I just wanna work this summer. Fast foods are not an option, coffee shops are. But my main choice is a call center. Why? Cuz the job description fits me perfectly. For bums who can speak well. Perfect!

Mental Status: crazy…. Crazy… crazy…
Libido Meter: fucked up!
Emo Level: nostalgic
Quote: “now fuck off and die you fucked up slack!!!!!!”
Voca worda: excogitate- to think out, contrive