Worst.Day.Ever. (...for now.)

What I'll be telling you isn't something out of a movie, or even something imagined. This really happened. And of all people, ME!!

Ok, so maybe it was something that was bound to happen to anyone, but the way things played out from the moment I stepped out of my house today, it seemed like the whole world wanted me out.

So it starts out nice and easy, with me just resting up. I needed to rest because at the moment, I was battling nausea, and a killer headache too. SO I just lay there, quiet and still, just trying to get some rest. Unfortunately, I didn't get that.

Suddenly, there was clattering and laughing all around. Seems the house was full of people, which I wasn't very fond of. I shrugged it off, but it only made my headache worse than it already was. I managed to get some sleep, but woke up with sudden news.

We were to attend a class that I thought was cancelled, but apparently, they decided to push through with it. With a heavy heart, and a body that felt like a ton of brick was hanging on my shoulders, I hurriedly went on my way to campus. Once there, even more depressing news. I was late. WAY TOO LATE. That class, JUST ENDED.

All I could say in my head as I talked to my professor was, "Fuck! Fuckin' A!"

I signed the attendance sheet and slowly crawled back out to the lobby of the campus. Once there, I met up with a friend. I asked if I could wait for her class to end so I can accompany her on her way home. I really liked this girl, she was fun to talk to, and we related well with each other. But sadly, I didn't get the reply I was hoping for. But hey, it wasn't like I was obligated or anything, so meh. I went to spend a few hours playing Call of Duty.

An hour or two later, I decided to get back to campus and try to see if she's okay with what I was going to do. But I hesitated, thought I was going on too strong and fast. So I ditched and went on my way home. As I walked, it started to rain. Good thing I had an umbrella.

Of course, I grabbed something to eat as I passed the mall. After a hearty bowl of beef gyudon (you probably know where I ate now), it rained hard. This opted me to rush home. First stop, public transit.

Public transit, or a big tin can of brawlers. As I boarded the train, I suffered knees to the shin, elbows to the flank and lower back, a few on my head, and a lot of shoves and pushes. Yeah, it was brutal! But hey, I got used to that, but somehow, today was different. It was like they were Hell-bent on hurting me. Meh, shrugged it off. Next mode of transportation, PUJ.

As I got off the train, to my surprise, it was still raining buckets. I wanted to wait it out, see if it thins out and clears, but no, my feet took me down that flight of stairs. At the bottom of that flight of stairs was tons of puddles, like it was a landmine. I cautiously walked my way down that sidewalk, but sadly, people behind thought otherwise. Two men ran past me, splashing me with dirty puddle water, as if I wasn't there. No apologies, no turning-of-the-head-to-see-what-happened, nothing. All I could muster to say as I carried on walking as I looked at their back with a glare was, "Sh*t!"

But it didn't stop there. AS I stood in front of a pedestrian lane, out of nowhere, a motorcycle just whizzes right in front of me, clipping my left arm. It still hurts, by the way. And not only that, as I was waiting for a PUJ, a black automobile splashes me with puddle water straight to the face, followed by another one. I had no time to react to the first one before the second hit me right in the face. I was like a drenched puppy. But I ran out of words to say that I grew silent the whole Jeepney ride.

Finally, home! Things will get better, NOT!

Soon as I got home, what welcomed me was rather depressing. Power outage. Although it was only for an few minutes, it felt like forever. As I sat on the floor of my room, I just let out one long sigh. It was finally over. I can just sleep this away, as if nothing happened. But what came next was the icing on top of the cake that was depression.

Remember that girl I was supposed to wait for at campus? She got home, but not without any casualties. She was soaking wet when she got home, she slipped and hurt the same foot she told me hurt last time, and she's still not feeling well.

It all came back to me. I was almost going to vent out my anger from all the stuff that happened to me, but then I realized that I deserved what happened.

Had I not left when I should have waited for her, I wouldn't have suffered that horrible trip home, and neither would she.

This certainly was a awful day for me, not because of what happened to me, but because of what happened to someone else because I wasn't there.

Three cheers for the loser that is me. -_-

Things that matter.

Wow, I can't believe this. Two in a row!

You talent at pissing me off knows no bounds!

So I just ended a conversation with someone I really REALLY wish hadn't appeared back into my already dark and cold life, and as you'd guess it didn't go well.

Being a total probe and creep, Person X asks me questions that I really don't want to answer because responding wont make a difference, neither would it be of any benefit to either of us. It just simply pissed me off that Person X wanted to know something that wasn't supposed to be something Person X should ask in the first place.

It irritated me to know that Person X made an effort to read this blog, which I find annoying, not only because it was rude, but also because I didn't like it when people from the past start asking about me. It f*cking pisses me off, d*mmit!

I hate nosey people who wont mind their own G*dd*amn business, especially when i dont mind theirs!

If Person X actually went to read the blog out of boredom, I'd be really pissed. But when I asked why Person X read it, Person X totally ignored the questions, insisting I elaborate on something Person X read. As much as I'd like to talk about that, Person X was the last person I'd want to discuss about it, so yeah...

Here's to Person X: STOP READING MY BLOG IF YOU'RE ONLY GOING TO QUESTION ME ABOUT IT! GET A LIFE AND GET AWAY! STOP MESSING WITH ME!

Not a sun shiny day.

Just as the title suggest, I am not in a good mood.

They say moving on was hard, but to hell with that, it just got harder. For almost two years, I have struggled to get something off my head, something that bugged me night and day, something that kept me up at night and left me dazed in the morning. Something I almost got rid off, but kept coming back like a bad case of skin allergy.

And here, I thought, I'd be getting back on track on things I should be dealing with. But noooooooooooooooo~!

It just had to smack me right on the face! Isn't it ironic that for someone calm and cool during rainy nights, I'm getting pissed off so much my keyboard's taking the toll?

I just wish this particular problem disappeared and never returned. It's just another waste of time I should be using on far more important things, namely, things that actually work and agree with me.

So much for leaving things as it is and never to come in contact with it till the day we die. Tss...

I just hope you have you kick out of what you're doing to me. But in my opinion, I'm better off shrugging you off, leave you hanging, and never ever interact with you again.

I CAN LIVE WITH THE FACT THAT WE CAN'T PATCH THINGS UP AND THAT WE LEFT ON A SOUR NOTE.

Note: This ought to be the blog you read and never EVER forget.