Dearest Gian, Sayo ko nalang iaaddress tong short blog ko. I felt the same way when I woke up this morning. About your plurk. I'm sure you remember. Like what I said, God has plans. It was the 17th of the month. I am not sure that you remember, but 17 was "our" number. And yesterday, of course was 17. Its been a month and a few days since everything changed. When I got to work, I was so lazy, because I felt sad and blue. But at the end of the day, I realized, I didn't dwell so much on telling people na it's 17, na it's supposed to be our day. Pero, it never happened because of all the circumstances. Now, thinking about it, nalulungkot ako uli. But I know, in God's time, I will wake up, not thinking about him anymore. We may have different reasons why things didn't work out so well. Like what I posted in my facebook, after all these years I realized it's just not worth it. I got my answer. I thought he was the one, but he was just one of them. After...
Diaries of a bipolar.