Reality slaps.

I was looking through some things that I've saved on the laptop and found something that I've written, supposedly for a blog post which never manage to surface here in full cus I kind of chopped it up into different pieces, in several blog posts. And I just figured that there's this one part that I haven't touched on.

It was when I was having my main papers last semester, and it was something like a conversation with my friend and I remember telling her about how the paper killed me and everything else that is as uninteresting as that and along that very line. I was like telling her that I'm ready to cry anytime about it, as a figure of speech.

And her reply really got me there.

"Yesterday, you said something about crying for the amount of stress and the things that's bringing you down, and now you're going to cry for a damned paper. When are you not going to cry?"

It really got me there as what really have gone through in my mind was actually, trying to recall when are the times that I haven't cried and have gone to bed feeling all good and happy about myself.

2010 is a year, filled with too much shits and tears for me, at the very least to say.

I have to go off for bed now. (hoho, abrupt ending! (:)
Tillagain.