Saudade;

Another day wasted at education fairs, campus tours and scholarship applications. I just wish that no matter which path I take, it would somehow lead me to you.

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I feel it sometimes. The distance. Most times, it's barely noticeable. Like when we text or when I hear your soft breath over the line. Other times, I can feel it in my chest, sucking out every single ounce of oxygen, brinks on my thread like veins.

I can't help but wonder : Is affection really enough?

9 and a half.

Stop the congratulations and the all the damn celebrations. Not at least, until I send it in for a recheck and get what I deserved.

Fact #6

I love fresh milk. Sucks that I'm lactose intolerant.

Fact #5

I am not awake at least half the time that I'm awake. That is why I don't like to drive. I am looking at the road in front of me and sometimes I don't see it and the thing is I am god damn afraid that I won't be able to snap myself out of that state of semi-unconsciousness because I am not only accountable for myself anymore but also everyone else around me and man I hate driving. Plus I am always getting lost.

Fact #4

I talk really fast, in general. Like an energizer bunny on steroids when I'm excited/mad.

It's not rocket science.

Fear of failure = fear of rejection = fear of people

Fact #3

I only write when I'm sad. Like a sudden pang of sadness that leaves me rather empty, kind of sad. I write to fill that void. I haven't been writing in a while and you must think that's a good thing because it probably means I'm happy or at least, content. Negative. I seemed to taken things to the next level where I am perpetually upset and even penning the next great american novel won't be enough.

Fact #2

I feel more comfortable ranting / writing on my blog than on twitter because twitter is too out there. Like as if my blog is any more hidden seeing I linked my blog on twitter but hey, whatever.

Fact #1

I am socially awkward. Like realllllllllly awkward.