We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it. —Requiem
It was last Thursday night when I went home late than usual. I had to meet up with a client to present a financial quote to him. He still wanted some changes so I wasn’t able to close that deal yet. I felt dejected (not sure if it’s because of that or because it’s late and it’s raining). It always rains when I get off to work which is frustrating. Don’t get me wrong, I love the rain so much. I just wish it will let me be home safe and sound first before it pours. I have like on and off cough and colds and fever for the past month because I always get drenched. It’s always windy in Ortigas so you can imagine the chills.
July 13th just made me really sick and tired.
I felt like I’m doing so much all at once but there seems to be not enough time.
I’m pretty sure I belong somewhere, I just don’t know where exactly but I’m sure as hell it’s not here.
Have you ever felt so confused? Like you don’t know what you want to do and where you should be? Right now, my heart is composed of some sort of kaleidoscope instead of a perfect prism. It must be a 20-something thing.