The next morning came …
No matter how hard I tried. I was overtaken. It was like a faucet of water. On and off. Sometimes I can hide it. Sometimes I can’t. EMD kept me company. Ten bottles. And a pack and a half. There went my quota for 5 months. In one sitting. Forest Grill Timog. On a Wednesday night.
Another day came. I over spent on cab rides. I was very very late for work. And slept all throughout lunch. My face was big, swelling and white. I decided to beg off. Dinner with friends. Red ants feasted on my eyes again. I didn’t want them to see me this way. And … and … besides, I don’t want to talk about it.
I thought and talked about sadness. My own personal one. Mine. My own. Ergo, me. My problem. My solution.
Bok asked me a question in FB. I PMed my answer in FB. I will try my best not to overdose myself. But a little dose is tolerable. Am sure a lot of friends will not understand. I get that. But that’s how it is right now so …
I remember rushing Christmas. And now I want to skip it.
I wish I could travel time :) … and choose my moments.
Life goes on …
