This night is probably one of the worst nights I have ever had in my entire life. Why does misfortune always find it’s way to me? FUCK all this. I just lost my precious Nokia USB. It’s not just a fucking USB. It contains everything I fucking need. Every fucking pictures were there from the past up to the present. Every fucking file I have is there. Even the on and off story that I have been working on for years is there! I fucking edited the whole shitty thing and every detail I have edited had been saved in that goddamn USB.

FUCK. I can’t even think straight right now. It’s not just a fucking USB. To my brother, I may be overreacting but how would he feel if this happened to him? Gaaahhh… I am trying to fucking tell myself to just deal with it but no. It’s not fucking easy to work all over again. It’s not fucking easy to just deal with it. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. 

If my goddamn USB is stolen, I just hope his/her conscience wouldn’t let him/her go to sleep. I hope misfortune with fuck with him/her all the fucking time for the rest of his/her natural life. I hope he/she get attacked by a swarm of fucking bees. And if my goddamn USB is just misplaced somewhere, I hope I’d get to find it eventually. 

What is this shit

I can’t believe how people can be so stupid. Just because I drink and I’m not yet in the legal age to drink, doesn’t mean I’m a bad person or anything. Yeah I know it’s not good for anyone’s health but that’s only for those people who can’t live without alcohol. And I don’t drink everyday. I don’t drink every week or every month. I only drink when there are special occasions and today there was actually a special occasion. It was my kabarkada’s boyfriend’s birthday.

Gaaahhhd. Why can’t you just mind your own fucking business? Have you ever heard of that thing? Or maybe your mind is just too minuscule to the point that you just couldn’t understand what “mind your own business” is? Ahh fuck you. You’re a waste of oxygen. Go fuck your dog or something.

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I am so not doing good right now. My mind is running in circles, I smell disgusting as fuck (and no I don’t mean that I smell like a garbage can now. I’m just saying that I smell like beer) and my eyes fucking burn like hell. Well, I’m a bit drunk right now. No, don’t judge me because even if this is tumblr, there are still a lot of judgmental freaks lurking around this so-called place for “accepting” people. Fuck you. 

It’s just that a friend of mine, who came home from fucking nowhere, invited me to get lost for a while and so I agreed even if I have promised myself I won’t engage in any activity that involves drinking liquor or smoking pot (as if I smoke pot :P), but still I agreed because I have never seen this dirty little fuck ever since.

There are a few things I’d like to say that’s why I’m drunk writing this tumblr post. There’s this thing in my mind that keeps on repeating, why are things getting so damn worse? I mean, one thing’s for sure that’s getting so much fucked are my parent’s relationship. It’s not just about the whole issue that my father has, but it’s the fact that he’s been such a lazy ass fuck for years! He’s lazier than me.

He has no job and he might act like he’s such a genius dude where in fact he can’t even get himself a good job! I’m sick of seeing him lazying around the house. I even caught him chatting with that motherfucking whore a month ago. Fuck this man. I hate seeing my mother worrying about debts, about work, about money, about my siblings, about everything!

Whatever happened to, “ I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life.”? Don’t tell me they were real in the altar and not in the real married life. This is bullshit. 

Another thing, it’s my fucking eyes! It’s burning like hell! I had enough of radiation. Shit. I need some glasses. I may loose a lot of followers for this one but I don’t really care. Go fuck yourselves and follow some other blog. I didn’t ask for you to follow my blog anyway. Bullshit. 

People’s mentality are so screwed

What the fuck is up with people who think that you’re fucking sad because you’re not in a relationship? That you’re just acting like you’re happy because you don’t want people to think that in reality you are just as sad as a little fuck because you’re not into a relationship? WHAT THE FUCK? Some people’s mentality are so screwed and they seriously need to go to rehab or some psychological asylum or something.

Seriously, I am so sick and tired of all this fuckery that some of the people I know are pushing on me. Just because I choose to be single doesn’t mean I live a miserable life. GOD! YOU DON’T NEED TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND TO BE HAPPY! YOU FUCKING COMPLETE YOUR OWN SELF and even if you do have a boyfriend/girlfriend, he/she is not going to satisfy you but only YOU, YOURSELF ALONE and GOD (let’s not forget about that). 

You create your own happiness and whatever the fuck you guys might say, I am happy this way and I meant what I said and I said what I meant. Can’t you guys handle the fact that I am oh-so happy right now? FUCK YOU! Burn in hell motherfucker.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired

There are so many things that has been lingering in my head these past days. First, that Cebu shit that I was really confident about but it turns out my own mother would put me down on that. Second, that college bullshit pow-wow I had with my mother yesterday morning that got the hell of me and until now, I still don’t want to speak with my parents about that. I just don’t care anymore. I’m just so tired of trying to make them understand about my point of view. Whenever I do try, they just refuse to listen. It’s useless. It’s so fucking useless and it’s frustrating me a lot.

I just don’t feel so enthusiastic about college or my future or my life anymore and it’s not just because my college plans are being hindered but it’s the fact that it’s my own parents, it’s my own mother that’s been stopping me from making my college plans come true. Why don’t they just let me do whatever the hell I want with my life? It’s not like I didn’t consider all circumstances before I made up my college plans. I did actually. I did thought about my plans before I embedded it into my mind that it’s going to be what I want to do with my life. 

*sigh* Oh Lord, help me.