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I want to post something sublime in here but I am afraid I am in a mental grave right now.

I should be happy since I actually got what I wanted. I am, in a way, but I feel apprehensive and a little afraid right now.

You really cannot just dislodged pains and fears, ano?

The Start of the End.

This is it.
I am about to let go of the ties that once held me secure but have now become bindings, holding me from soaring towards my destiny.
This is it.
I am about to lift up tattered wings that I never once spread.
This is it.
I will soar up the heavens and reach out for my dreams.
This is it...
The Start of the End.

Hey, that is not a poem. Just an expression of the curious mix of emotions I have inside. Waaaah. I want to cry. I want to laugh.I want to scream. I want to tear my eyes out. I want to vomit. Basta. I cannot totally explain what i feel. This is it lang, a.

An All New Kind of Pain

I told myself I have recovered from the imaginary battering my heart has taken for over two years now.

I said I only needed an honest half-day rest.

Really? I guess, a day later, everything has sort of backfired. A rest is not enough. I wanted to leave, right now, this afternoon, today, this very month.

But, I know I cannot.

All this school-community thing sickens me. It only makes me realize that I do not really fit in.

I escaped the meeting. I never realized that I do not need meetings to remind me that I do not belong. I just have to follow that call.

That call, however, is so vague now. It has receded because I declined it. Because I have refused to think of anything else except to serve my beloved Alma Mater. Now, the thing I want most is the things that hurts me most.

So much for love and loving what you do.

A student asked me why I looked so preoccupied. I told her I was thinking. Then, she asked what I was thinking about. I cannot answer. Because I was not really thinking.

I was just so lost inside my own head, so out of touch from the reality I am in, so craving for things that are not mine and are not here.

Something’s eating me. It has been bugging me for a long while that I had started calling it my very own personal WORM.