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So whatever happened, I still want to Write things and translate into words my ideas which are bugging my mind.Tweet

I have been away from this internet literary world because I felt less excited and felt odd. I found myself wondering through the ceiling in my four cornered room. Less inspired even for the fact that at that moment I could have done something interesting, maybe write stuff, produce visions or whatsoever.

My realizations has become irrelevant, unsatisfying. No push, No force, nothing at all.

Thanks to Sun Easy Broadband, I have my own internet on the go now. So maybe that was the lacking piece in this so called passion in writing--- internet connectivity. BUT, no it wasn't the only thing.

I spend my first Christmas here in Cebu City, but I didn't like writing or documenting it or at least the drive that I had before. Spend New Year in my home town with family, and still no trace in my history book. Well, I guess the most disturbing part was during new year, when I had to, without any choice, seek for the truth and plan how to face it.

My life in the city is not happy anymore, full of burden. In my pocket, in my mind, i my sanity. Back at home, I was hiding from my discovery that I wish wasn't true or wish no one knew. I grew mad, deep inside. I learn how to fool my own self, on how I project myself with my friends, close friends, dear friends and so on. I wanted to keep all these troubles and threw it where nobody can look to it anymore.

I am tired, tired of all the excuses. Tired of procrastinating or overdoing things OR even over thinking a LOT of things. I wanna get out in this quick sand I'm in.

So, this must be how it feels, that even Myra E couldn't relieve... STRESS.

I want to breathe.

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