Then Life Goes On...

Enough for heartaches. Enough for pains. I can't hold it no more.

Not a single minute I had slept last night. Rising up before the clock striked at 6 o'clock in the morning. Looking outside the window, wet grounds, swaying leaves, and seems to be a cold breeze of the winter. But everything seems no more special thing to celebrate. Of course, I will spend my day just sleeping around. Until its through. Truly a tiring hobby. So dull.

But before anything gets pissed off, still struggling for the chance. A chance to live my life normally. Not because I'm feeling some kind of uncurable disease, but hopefully it would just be like that somehow. My life seems deemed with gloomy clouds outside. Like the weather outside, it's now so much cold and has no reason at the moment. But I know, this feeling somehow pass away. Struggling for almost three months now with no hope wouldn't be that easy. I had left everything to my counselor. If there might be regrets at the end, for sure, I wouldn't be doing it. Done almost everything yet, the skies remain dark and the sun still hides at every back gloomy clouds.

My gratitude to all the people who have been helping my across this journey. For countless advice. My mama and papa. Sorry for I was hurt. I didn't mean to feel this way. You've been seeing me as strong, intellegent lad. But here I am, so weak and helpless. Somehow soon, I'll be feeling strong again and wouldn't feel this way. To ma'm Lourdes, not just a best friend, but a mother whom I always give a call whenever my heart is heavy and I wanted to cry. Thanks for the time listening my heart ma'm. To Cieto, my bestfriend, thanks for comforting me all the way. For the company and giving me a drive to wherever church I wanted to pray, even though your tired and don't have rest from work, I appreciated it much. Thanks 'ciet. This would I always carry in the deepest abyss of my heart. Until forever. To wilmer, for the back massage, Irving, for the hugs and glasses of water, Jason for the movie, John Mark for the tapping my back, and Kent for reminding my every meal. Glendel, Angelie, and Junjun, my workmates. Thank you guys. I couldn't make it to cross the stormy ocean of my life without you. I may not as strong as today, but I will. I realize how much people had love me. There's more to worth living for. A never ending thanks to everyone. Ma'm Lourdz, thanks for everything. For the love, care and understanding. I will always believe in you and would always think what we believe, if "who walks with us at the end of our journey". That would make me cry. For I know, you are one of them.

There's so much life I left to live...