Rants 720

I was so close. I was almost at the finish line. But as I was about to get through it, I lost track. I lost my focus, and eventually, my motivation.

It's been three days since that incident. Three days--- I've been trying to convince myself that the next thing I must do is to move on. Yet part of me doesn't want to let go. Maybe because it knows that there's still a possibility. Three days, I feel like a shit. Each day was a blow to my self-esteem. I'm getting tired and depressed and disillusioned. I don't know what to do anymore. Sometimes, I feel that I'm opposing my principles...that I'm beginning to eat my words. Sometimes, there's nothing. Sometimes, I just want to black out.


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yoko nang maging bum...