not much else to blame but wishful thinking

the final gig.growing up.

what started as a seemingly correct journey through life has now morphed itself into an endless display of open holes ready to devour at an instance. last time i checked, i was this perfect prinsesa enjoying my life and almost excelling in every other endevour. now i see only a shattered mirror and feel the blood draining out of my body. darkness surrounds me and everywhere i look no sign of light appears. could it be possible that every single person in this world experiences the exact same hardships that has transformed me into what i have become today. who am i anyway and what significance do i have to offer to a world that contains a billion others like me? keeping the same trail of thought,what importance is left of me when i am just a small scream, unheard and unwanted. in a sea full of faces, i am just a drop of water that will evaporate and fall again as an acid rain hitting cemented statues and in time destroying them. and in the halls of UST, i am just another one of those faces that flash the library screen and beep a bell upon my entrance.

since when did i become like this? i honestly do not know. all i know is i am trapped in the misery of my fun-filled, aimless, and mundane existence and as long as i choose to let go of old childhood innocence i will remain unmoved. had i not done this through, i would be stuck in a blindfolded stupidity that the innocent ones have to endure. so everyday goes by without wonder and awe for everything has become a masquerade of happiness in this "beautiful" world. yes even laughter has become robotic now.i miss you so far! the best thing about wandering off,i have found, is coming home. :)