My attempt at the 2009 100+ Reading Challenge starts here.
Fate has brought you to this sketchbook - a slice of life behind the eyes of a seventeen-year-old Filipina residing in sunny England.
Amy Kuney ft Tim Myers - All Downhill From Here
Maybe if I blog about something now, it’ll get me all fired up to blog more often.
As if. Giving it a try, though. I don’t really want this blog to go to waste.
And maybe I just need to write something, anything, to dissolve today’s feeling of fook.
Felt like fook when I woke up this morning. And, no, it wasn’t the weather. Sure, it did rain but it was something else.
You know how when someone likes you but you don’t like them the same way and when they eventually get to like someone else, you feel so stupid for not liking them back and you end up not liking anyone and anything anymore? That’s today’s drama.
And you know how girlfriends are one step higher than bestfriends most of the time when it should be the other way around? Another one of today’s drama. The thing about jealousy is that you’re not allowed to feel it when you’re just a bestfriend. So, yeah, maybe you’re allowed to, but no matter how much you turn green and curse the person at the other end of the line, your efforts are still ignored. Because you’re simply just a bestfriend. And nothing more.
No, I’m not jealous. Wounded, that’s all. But how would I know the difference between jealousy and being wounded when, in the end, there really isn’t anything to be jealous of or feel wounded about? If I could make sense of this blog entry, I’d feel a lot happier. But right now I just feel like fook.
I bet you don’t even know what fook is. Or what it feels like.
