A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left. — Marilyn Monroe
Friday; the last day of our final exam. Felt good to know that that was my last exam as a high school student. Best exam ever, I went to school and answered the tests without even opening a book, without reviewing, without scanning. I even had to fix my stuff at the morning before going to school. I was so confident. After the exams, we had like an hour left vacant.
So our adviser decided to give us a message one by one.
My adviser told me a lot of negative stuff at first, which made me feel a little embrassed. I was maarte, maingay, but my grades are ok, of course. And then she mentioned that when she read the autobiography i made, she told me she knows I love writing. She left me a message. She said she thinks I couldn't express myself in person. She said she kinda knows how it feels to express feelings in writing. She told me to say the same (whatever that means), keep on writing, do what I love, and blah blah blah. I was kinda teary eyed. That was just sweet, for me.
After school, I slept the whole afternoon. Then went out at night. Got involved in a problem I am not supposed to be a part of that I am strictly not allowed to tell. Got home safe. Almost cried. Prayed. Felt good. Then slept.
Saturday; went to Tiendesitas to watch my brother's band/gig thing, the event was named College Collision 3. They were all so good. Everyone in that College Collision thingy were rich kids from Ateneo and UP and I was like.. Okayy. I am surrounded by college dudes, how do I act.
At the car til home I texted my 4 friends who got involved with the problem too that happened last Friday night, I could break down any moment cos I was so worried disappointed scared and I haven't eaten anything that night. Friends and I were all mad and regretful and threw hurtful text messages back and forth. We aren't in a fight ha, sadyang malaki talaga yung problema and we do not know how to recover. I prayed hard that night. Mapapahamak kami lahat..
Sunday; Woke up at 5am all dizzy and starving to death. I ate noodles. It helped a bit. Then at around 7am I slept again, then I had a nightmare. I had a dream about my dad and I in our car then something hit us then boom. The next thing I remember, I was drowning. Worst dream ever. Alam mo un, paputol putol ung sleep ko, tapos ung feeling, ang bigat na ang sakit. And I don't even want to think about it. I woke up again at around 8 to get ready for church, with my faith and hopes high that we can solve this problem. I also realized that yeah, I need some guidance in my life right now. I want to learn how to balance my really sad life.
Afternoon after church, my Twin and I went to Mt Zion Cemetery. Two people we know passed away in the La Union bus accident, so yeah, condolences. I was with Twin and some other outside friends.
Then that's how my weekend came to be.
This is my longest post ever. I've never been this detailed.
So yeah, bye.
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