ISN’T IT IRONIC?
i feel so unloved in Mahal na Araw. duh!
what am i thinking, Valentine’s Day? duh again!
blame me, the phrases literally synonymous.
my eyes are sore from watching dvds, net surfing and sleeping. no hassles from work, no pressure, no deadlines. this is supposed to be heaven, but it’s not.
i literally feel like a personified Biyernes Santo. despite all the comforts the season has afforded an exploited laborer like me, i am sad. haaaaay…
my heart is pinned on a cross, bleeding. i am drowning in my own blood and tears. let this suffering end with the season.
