22 and on the track of maturity. Single. Trying to mingle. Employed and kicking. Crazy/beautiful. Word vomit. Brain drain. My life in pictures and little words. Procrastination to the highest level. Hello, mood swings. Damn PMS. Bumming 'til I get bummed. Politics is a whore.
See you.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I have nothing to do tonight but to sulk and bury myself with extra work that would distract me with this deep shit I got myself into. Since Christmas is also fast approaching, extra cash would be a big help to me and my (almost) broke self.
It’s Friday night and I really have the option to go out and hangout with non-existent friends who have their own business rather than listen to me rant and watch me hide whatever true emotions I have. Sometimes, it’s actually better to keep your feelings inside rather than let the whole world know what I’m thinking. In my case, I just have to let this out.
I know it’s my fault why this happened. I just really need time to think and cool off some steam. It’s my fault that I got disappointed because of my own selfish interests. And I guess I expected way too much that’s why I got so disappointed. Yes, I guess, it’s true what they say that expectations lead to disappointment. I guess it’s also true that if I have nothing nice to say, I have to shut the hell up.