6 weeks and Counting...
Sigh.....Something's bothering me but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the anticipation of a new life away from repression and judgment. Maybe it's the uncertainty of tomorrow, something I've always dreaded. Maybe I just think I'm fat and I'm jealous of less attention to me.
Fuck, what's going to become of me?
OK, I have a secret, and you my dear reader, are the first to find out. I'm moving out of the Philippines in 6 weeks. I haven't told any of my workmates and even some of my friends. I don't want to answer questions I am not ready to respond to. Like where I'm going, or how, or why.
All I know is I've dreamt of the day when I leave the shores to find greener pasteurs. I'm sure everyone who grew up in third world countries have. Now I have my chance.
My mind is travelling and I can't even catch up. By the way, I like Poppiholla by Chicane. I cried in the gym while jogging because I realized that dissizzeet.
I don't know what the future holds for me. I've always dreamt of big things. This time, I'm dreaming. But I'd prefer to do it only in my sleep.
posted by Rom / Rub according to the barista @ 8:26 PM
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