I never thought I'd feel this again, but I'm feeling like what I've gone through exactly 3 years ago — bummed out (nostalgic, to boot) & alone. The last Christmas that was the most painful for me to go through was spent lurking along U.N. Avenue & Pedro Gil, with all the mocha fraps & Delifrance stuff I could down, despite my significant lack of funds, trying not to think about my state. Sure I've come a long way from all my scatterbrained wretchedness & I can say at least to myself that I've grown up so much, but that doesn't change anything. I still hate my life, all them walang kwentang people I care about, & how the world works in general.
