No one's in a hurry.

Hello nonfictional accounts.

Will I be deleting you soon?

All the records of flirtations, sluttinesses, whorishness, and heartache. Or maybe I'll just leave you alone and let you rot until someone finds you.

All the secrets and the wicked perceptions. All the poetry and rants.

....


1. I can't wait to leave my friends. 4 years down the drain. I just really hate being with people who sees me in such a bad shape. It's as if I were the queen of all evil.

Here's something stupid: Sometimes, when you go to people for comfort regarding your insecurities and you fail at it, you end up in a worse shape. I didn't even do it for comfort! I did it so to reach out, call it being humble if you may. And I get nothing but notes on my frankness. Thank you.


2. Will it get boring when we start working? Will it go downhill from there?

Who will be my friends? How many friends can you possibly find at a workspace? They'd all have their own college friends or highschool friends or gradeschool friends to lean on to. Do you have any healthy barkada?

Well atleast you have a family, which is a more stable set of people.

But still.

It's like not finding true love etc.

3. Why am I so dependent on boys? Why am I so ?obsesses? with getting a boyfriend? Why can't I be like other people who never bothered with the opposite sex?



Still, I really don't have anything to complain about. Life is good as it is. Steady. And no one's in a hurry. <3