For the third time, I had my mouse wire chewed again by whatever it is, a rodent or a squirrel, that I do not know. It's a sign. I know I had seen so many signs... blah... I don't want to ribon my tie, i felt like i'm a walking box with a red striped ribbon, and much worse, i felt like i was a kindergarten child clog in uniformed shoe and checkered dress.
Now I understand why i loved and enjoyed the freedom of un-uniformed life. I hate to conform with what other people think is right. I enjoyed my little purple bites of life. And how I wanted it back.
Sometimes I believed that I have an alter ego. Not the Jekyl and Hyde thing nor in Hero's (i meant the TV series, not Hero or whoever he is) psychotic mother. An alter with the best side of life. Pwede?
I am anti-social --I discovered last night. True, to mingle hells! YOu see, I just want to be alone or with a few people I really enjoyed with. I am afraid to meeet new people. I am afraid to get out because I used myself to short trips from our house to office then to his place and back home, then work and then with him... You see, I was so used with this routine that it seemed impossible to break it. I am not making any sense. I know. I know I am wrong. I admit. I am very wrong.
I have to choose. What do I really want to do?
Now I understand why i loved and enjoyed the freedom of un-uniformed life. I hate to conform with what other people think is right. I enjoyed my little purple bites of life. And how I wanted it back.
Sometimes I believed that I have an alter ego. Not the Jekyl and Hyde thing nor in Hero's (i meant the TV series, not Hero or whoever he is) psychotic mother. An alter with the best side of life. Pwede?
I am anti-social --I discovered last night. True, to mingle hells! YOu see, I just want to be alone or with a few people I really enjoyed with. I am afraid to meeet new people. I am afraid to get out because I used myself to short trips from our house to office then to his place and back home, then work and then with him... You see, I was so used with this routine that it seemed impossible to break it. I am not making any sense. I know. I know I am wrong. I admit. I am very wrong.
I have to choose. What do I really want to do?
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