SOMETIMES, I FEEL a little bit spaced out on ordinary days. It’s quite unusual in a usual way that I am like this. The biggest factor to my mood is love. Sappy, I know. It kills you. I’ve had my fair-share of love/like-like affairs with other people. Take Karen Fuentes, for example. She was really nice and friendly. Quite eccentric, too. She’s not the type of person who talks a lot nor be friends with the people who are on the top of the social food chain. I liked her a lot and she didn’t even know it. When the school year ended, a buddy of mine told me that she liked me. She didn’t even know that I liked her but yeah. I like that feeling when you share the same feelings with each other. It’s as if you are able to swim through the soil when you feel that. Amazing shit, seriously. What sucks about that thing with Karen is that, she never knew that I had feelings for her. And also, she didn’t know that I knew about how she felt. I got raped in the ass. Both of us did. I have to admit it.

I remember I was 13 when I got myself into a relationship with someone. It wasn’t much of a big deal. Our feelings were mutual yet it wasn’t really anything special. I just loved the thrill of saying I love you to someone and actually mean it, if I actually knew what it really meant. Fun times, though. No kidding, everything was for the experience.

Then I got myself into a cesspool of love. This one influenced me the most in terms of my lifestyle and philosophy, I shit you not. The ole Prudence Clara was a big hit. I’ve got a tale to share but I’ll try to narrow it down for you guys. I held her hands most of the time, for instance. It might not mean as much but Jesus “Our Savior” Christ, she’s amazing to hold hands with. It’s like when we hold hands, my hands just dies on her. It’s insane. You wouldn’t really care if her hands get sweaty or not. All you know that is you’re happy. Delighted and contented. Really now. She does the weirdest things although they are quite strange, they’re amusing, too. It killed me. Like everything she does, from brushing her teeth to playing the piano (she plays it quite well, frankly), it makes your knees shiver in delight.

I’d like to share more, but I’m not in the mood right now. Figured that this entry is too long already. Wouldn’t want to gore out your eyes or shit or anything. But I’ll let you know something, right now, I am in-love. Or in-like. Whatever state I am in, I am inspired. I shit you not.