…it’s because of people who have no other means to live than to gossip and spread out a rumor, and be intrusive! FOr they are bored to death and probably have no life other than that.

I am very much disgusted.

I am very much disappointed.

I hope that one day with their calm sweet lives, they will realize that
they have really spent a shitload of their time doing unnecessary intrusions.

They have spent shitload of their time putting 
shit on birthday balloons
shit on a cake
shit on a child’s innocent face
shit on clean sheet of paper
shit on a chardonnay
shit on a freshly painted wall
shit on a board exam paper answered from 1-200
shit on a sterile wound
shit on your favorite expensive food.

I laugh for your victory is nothing but a resonant empty can.
For victory is never a victory if its watching the pain of others.
If you have done it out of goodness you say?
What matters is the end result.

And the end result is like the remains of a bad, bad hurricane.
But on this spot of senseless heap
will rise a tree that will grow, a sycamore.
It will stand there for a very long time,
sturdy and proud.

And as I end this.
Thank you for the shitload of time spent on my little life.
I must be a shitload of significance.

I woke up today with air in my lungs, intact in my chest.

I woke up today with my curly hair, feeling really sexed up, it’s so fuckin’ great.

I woke up today with ham on the table, and a hot water for coffee.

I woke up today with Remy in my laptop screen— the rat i love so much.

I woke up today with the sweetest ‘hi’ from someone who matters.

I woke up today at 8 pm, I used to wake up at freakin’ 5 am.

I woke up today with the neighbor’s wifi shared, huge signal rocketing up.

I woke up today knowing I won’t be doing anything except nothing.

I woke up today knowing I do not have to deal with a 500-item exam.

I woke up today remembering the corny jokes I had with friends on the jeep yestie.

I woke up today knowing I am single, 22, a graduate in nursing.

I woke up today knowing I am moving on, terribly slow, but moving.

I woke up today and ending this day with a sleep knowing that Friday the 13th unluckiness doesn’t really apply to me.

I will sleep today knowing that Friday the 13th loves me, it hasn’t killed me yet, or smashed my toe, or tripped me.

It could have been worst. But I am alive.

I just love the beach— the smashing of sea water on orange rocks, the salty air, the supple and moist feel which becomes of my cheeks, the white sand between my toes, and the thought of owning the world when I stretch my arms as I scream at the top of my lungs however the wind blows against the sound waves…

I think it’s a dull life. But I eat good food, have good high school friends, good conversations, good bed, good good, good boy, good adipose compartments… (Breathes) I think my life is good despite the despite’s.

Today, I have just been misinterpreted again and I hate when people who are so sensitive about what I say to them. I can’t deal with people like that. They seem to magnify and exaggerate the interpretation of what I do, and always always assume that I did them wrong. God.

I know now not to make friends with a lot of people now. Be selective because not everyone can understand my way of thinking.