Now, as you see, my entry title says it all. I have so many problems
today and their not just simple ones they are really big. So, because I
want my soul to rest I'll let a living soul like you to read some of
the things that are bothering me.
I don't have a contact on the
outside world everytime I'm in my house(it's not a home sweet home for
me as you see). My only way to talk to other people is through the
internet! My phone was gone, the home phone was cut off because the
people here want to change the number. It's hard living here since my
problems comes from here(in this house).
I hate my exams results.
Maybe, passed it all but because I'm such a perfectionist and I have
high standards, it seems like everything is so low for me. It's quite
impossible for me to be second honor this quarter. Gosh! I need have
high grades to be able to go to my dream college university!
Not
again! The financial crisis are getting all over me and it makes me
crazy! Now, I think I just have to abandon the idea in going to the
Junior Prom since there are a lot of obstacles to go before having my
supposedly perfect day. Let me enumerate, first, I haven't bought a
ticket yet, second, I don't have any idea for my gown, third, I don't
have any transportation and lastly I don't have a prom date(although
this one's optional for me). Lol
Well, that were just few things but at least it made me more relaxed.
I'm really full of hatred today so I've composed another poem. Here it is...
A Series of Hatred
My heart is full of hatred
Hatred which eats away my humanity
Humanity which no one considerewd in me
Me who keeps on seeking everbody's love
I hate people
People who considered that I'm their property
Property which they can control
Control which gave no freedom at all
I hate circumstances
Circumstances which makes my status low
Status that I never liked in the society
Society which kept me to their norms
I hate things
Things which makes me irritated
Irritated which causes me to hurt other people
Hurt which only a few realize thatthey do to me
I hate myself
Myself who keeps onlying to hide her feelings away
Feelings that nobody cared about me
Me who struggles to exist in this world
I hate poems
Poems which has to have sense
Sense which I can only give to people through this
This which keeps me sane because I've finally spitted out my feelings to a living soul like you.
So
what can you say??? This keeps me sane. Now, I'm doing this more often
than ever. Next time, I'm doing another poem again. Poems are my 'cure'
to my insanity...
Currently listening to: kailangan pa
Currently feeling: problematic