Though the weekend at Tagaytay was an undeniably lovely trip, coming back down to Manila was like coming back to a reality that bit my ass hard.

After living the good, bum (semi-drunken) life for two and a half days, I get several responsibilities shoved down my pants. If I ever thought I could be academically efficient, right now I'm... a slug.

To prove this, I'm posting a journal entry while I'm supposed to do my psych homework. And read a fully tagalog text. And write a reading journal. And, and this is the whammy of the day, find a new effing text for my thesis.

I tear up when I see my Kringle's cage, because she flew away last Friday and never came back, and I'm currently having my heart broken by a baby lovebird Linden, who was supposed to replace Kringle but is suffering from a major skin disease.

It's like reliving the school days of yore, when I could look at a balcony edge and see myself jumping off it.

*rolls up sleeves*
*grabs coke*

I am only thankful that I have a ray of sunshine poking a hole in my current darkness. I only wish I could stop rushing all the effing time. WHAY, GOSHDARNIT, WHAY?!

*head-desk*



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