I'm still breathing.

I'm still alive.

Sharing a quick update. I'm still breathing. Not much to share. Blogspot is so 2007. I'm so 2007. Thinking retro when that shit was just yesterday.

Life

A pinch of salt. A stone cracks. This is weird, and uncomfortable

12 hrs

The last 12 hrs of my life are a blur. I remember bits and pieces.

2015 already

I feel life in our family isn't fair. But who am I to complain? I have health. But what good is health when you can't share such joy with everyone related by blood. Did YOU ever wonder how the future would be? I certainly did when I was a kid. I didn't picture it this way.  All of our mistakes and failures in life don't make us bad people. Ego is cancer of the soul. It's ok to have pride but too much pride usually leads to unhealthy situations. I certainly wish we were more caring towards each other. I wish things would be different. I hate the feeling of being stuck in a neutral spot, perceiving and catching negative vibes just for not choosing sides. I just for want to keep in touch with all my family.

Fuck life.

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I feel like something isn't right tonight. Was this the universe testing me? What was it this time? Why does it feel a bit weird to let go? What is it? That itch, that weird feeling on the chest. What is it?!

January. I've never felt this way

Wow I'm old. But then again that's life.

I miss people. I'm confused. I have a feeling of loneliness for once. I miss my friend, I miss the late night talks. But I sure shouldn't complain. This is what I wanted to begin with. Now that I'm here, I'm second guessing and doubting myself. AH I don't know what I'm doing with myself or my life. I don't even know why I'm writing this, knowing I'll be the only one who reads it.