lately, i haven't been doing well. though i'm actually proud of myself for doing a rather great job hiding it. but i feel i might explode anytime. and for someone who's turning a year older in a few weeks, i would say i'm in bad shape. i'm enraged, depressed and i've been feeling hateful and betrayed every single day for the past two weeks. but you don't have to mind me.

i am fully aware that there are more people suffering more than i am. and taking into account the bombing in glorietta 2 yesterday, my pain is not the least comparable to the pains of the people affected by this tragedy. and though i am every inch grateful that none of those i love were involved, i symphatize with those who have to suffer. those who are in grief all because of hate. the kind of hate that i too don't want to feel as nothing good results from it.