Weekend…

i slept for 12 hours then kill the time finishing illustrado by miguel syjuco, while listening to manics all day, then cry at the beginning of the end of a good thing that is slowing being eaten away by my melancholy and your apathy.

and so i must go away, like a character from a book. go on a journey or an adventure. i always thought that i should have been in a story. after all, i felt and look like i belong somewhere else.