I’m lost, and lately I don’t feel like I can find what I’m looking for anytime soon.
Lost. How vague, honestly, searching for whatever has been missed.
In a few days time I will be celebrating my birthday again. Again, and yet I don’t feel any closer to what I have been trying reach. Another round of trials yet not being able to meet the expectations I have set myself. Are you feeling that right now, when you’re reading this, probably a year older than I am?
I easily get sad nowadays. I left my journal and I feel sad already. What with the news that makes me sad, I think it’s up to you to dare look back.
Currently I’m having a week of vacation in our province, Eastern Samar. Ishiguro already won Nobel. No good for Murakami which I felt more closer to although I never wished for Murakami to win. I find him a personal writer which I would like for myself alone. Not happening for now, I’ve just got a lot issues with overrated things.
I like underrated things, I hope you still do. Overrated ones, they seem to be misunderstood of what they really mean.
My life? I feel overly underrated, if you know what I mean. Sometimes I believe this is just a phase, that this will end.
P.S. Facebook reminded that six years ago, a doppleganger showed in our house, and now I feel the need to see him, feeling that he would maybe bring a good message coming from the future, from you.