in fact there are a couple of things i'm depressed about... ummmm...they're just things i can't spit out.. or else it'll just be word vommit...
well.. one of the things i can be vocal about is the facial i had 30 minutes ago... it was bad... the steam was bad.. the pricking was bad... and now my face is... still "rocky" or whatever... it wasn't as rocky (as the metro manila road situation) as before... but... still... not satisfactory... and the whole enchalada... the whole thing... after getting the facial...
let's just put it this way...i hate every time i have to dream because reality is always not enough... insufficient for that matter... and hate every time i have to wish... for something, i know deep inside is freaking hopeless....
one day.. i'll read this again... and think it's crap.. and laugh at it.. or... i'll cry about it...thinking i should have straightened up my twisted life this early..
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