dear diary

I'm back to writing journals the old-fashioned way...

A few days ago, i walked out without saying any word from the workplace because i felt that everybody sucks! with a lot of text messages indirectly asking me to go back, i decided that going home isn't a good decision and so i climbed three floors up and found myself hurdled with a lot of papers, memo pads and notebooks in the department store. i randomly picked a few of what i believe is useful and i didn't bother counting not until i was in the cash register.

With madness still overpowering me, i went buying spoons, forks, canister, mug and water container. By some force unknown to men, i got my sanity back. (mao ra diay tambal sa sapot)

As i sat alone in between an old man and a hippie girl, I took a closer look of what i brought and saw a 'fly and free' green hardbound notebook.. i opened it and decided that i am going to write again.

I stopped writing about myself a year ago. Because i would continue to hurt myself if i do so... and there was nothing good to write about myself because it was so plain that i wouldn't move a resisting finger if a stranger attempts to read it.

Anyways, after writing this, i would check my three-year old diary and pick whatever i can find to continue it. Aside from pasting candy wrappers and blood-soaked tissues on it, i know i could learn a lot about how i spent my life for the last three years... and keep track again.

If Jash can start reading, he would be my first reader.