There is a reason I find it very hard to break things off with my boyfriend. And that is his family. Through him, I've gotten to experience a different set of parents. In a very good way. As you know (or not), I grew up without a father, and the closest to a father figure I've had was my uncle, who died when I was 12. Since then, nada.
I don't feel like writing about this anymore.
I've been feeling down lately. Been hoping for projects, nothing. Looking for online jobs, too.
I feel like people are disappointed in me. I’ve been practically unemployed for months, drowning in debt, and I'm not a helpful housemate, etc. Ala kung ambag. I go to sleep with an urge to cry and ache in my heart, and wake up ashamed of myself.
Endless loop.
Out and back route.
There are things we don't tell anyone.
My dirty little secret is my ill, ill mind.
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