January 2012
3 posts
Night Hounds.
I do not even know how or where to start.
I lost my sanity, composure and my cellphone.
Lowered tolerance, higher temper levels.
Rethinking the life I have been given and how to deal with it.
So tired to be at the receiving end of sermons.
So tired of everything. Relapse. Disappear.
Clinical depression starts.
I Felt Free.
Today was like a day no other. A day that totally didn’t follow routine. I did not mind at all.
I did come to my first class, which was Critical Thinking and Logic (one of my favorite classes this term) with Dr. Raj Mansukhani. After that, I would usually meet up with Xavi behind the building of my next class so we could go up at the same time. He told me to meet up with him near Chicboy...
The Bitter Pill.
I am back.
I’m trying to make myself commit to go back into writing again.
I have already been told that it is very unhealthy to keep things to ourselves, so I’m sharing my innermost thoughts to all sentient beings who are tuned in.
Truth be told, I might say too much truth about myself, but it is the medicine that I need to ingest. Something that we need to ingest. And the truth is...