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The Epic of a Damsel ALWAYS in Distress

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THE BEST THING ABOUT ANGST

Is it me or is it just PMS?

All I can think of is ‘I’m hating you.’ I’m hating her, I’m hating him, I’m hating this day, I’m hating my ‘red visitor’, I’m hating everything.

Why oh why? What is happening in this 25th of February year 2010? Is it ‘Izabel-hates-this-day-day’? WHY THE HELL AM I FEELING BITCHY-SLASH-ANGSTY-SLASH-EVERY EMOTION-EXCEPT-HAPPINESS????

Maybe it is because I didn’t do my homework in Comm.

Or maybe because we were scolded and ‘walked out’ by our evaluator in our Math1 class a while ago.

Maybe because I’m annoyed by her promiscuity. (‘Promiscuousness’ daw sabi ng seatmate ko.)

Or maybe because of the sounds they’re making that were making my head pound.

Or maybe because the lower canteen wasn’t selling gummyworms today.

Or maybe because of the cockroach that invaded our territory a few minutes ago here in Volante.

Or maybe because I’m missing my brother.

Or because just a few more days left and I will be getting older. Not to mention, I still don’t know what I will do or who I will be celebrating it with in that day.

Too many maybes. And ors, and becauses. No definte answer. Why is this a truly angsty day?

Long pause, no answer.

Oh sheep. The Gods must have hated me today.

The only thing worthwhile in this day is seeing him all dressed up for who knows what event.

Oh heavens, please make him mine.

Just kidding. Hindi kailangan ng dasal para makuha siya. Madali lang yan. Gamitin lang ang kalandian. Natutunan ko yan sa isang kakilala ko. Patawarin mo ako kapag natamaan ka. Bato bato sa langit. Ang matamaan wag magalit. Haha. Ikaw na lang ang pagbubuntunan ko ng ‘aggression’.

Anyway, I’m just having catharsis today. For those who don’t know the word, look for an english dictionary or a psych dictionary of some sort. Forgive me.

I’m loving angst today. I need some comfort.

Mcflurry, you’re my only friend. Comfort me.

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