/// la historia oficial

It's like someone spilled a beer all over the atmosphere, says Jens Lekman. I don't like beer, but I think I know what he means. Maybe it's like spilling Coke or Julmust or Vodka Sprites all over the sky. Mmmmm I miss being that way. 

Today is a very heavy day. I woke up feeling like it's the end of the world... because I dreamt it. Aliens that I couldn't see, cars falling from the sky filled with dead people, shifting sands, chaos, my family... When I woke up, my lip was bleeding and I could see two small holes on it. I was biting my lip in my sleep, it seemed. I was so scared.

Then we saw La Historia Oficial in Brad's Latin America literature class today. It was so emotional and so terrible, I ended up crying inside the classroom. Brad was crying too. 

Every little thing annoys me, I can't sleep at night (Because I could hear my roommate Skyping and every time I do, I just want to knock on her door and smack her on the face because I couldn't concentrate on anything else. It's her voice. But really, am I abnormal? How could just a sound of someone's voice annoy one so much?). It doesn't help that almost everyone around me has negative vibes too. Except B who is like sunshine to me. Everyday now is just another day to suffer, no suffer is too much, maybe... tiisin. Oo tiisin. Tinitiis ko nalang, which suck cocks because I should be enjoying myself. Tinitiis ko nalang hanggang makauwi ako. 

How did things end up this way? I never expected this, and obviously, I never planned this. I am a happy person.

 

I have turned into a big ball of anxiety. But deep inside I know, I am still a sky-full of Cokes. Love is still in the core of it all. OF IT ALL. Please let me find it, Aslan.