His heart was pizza. People come around and take a slice. Some comes back for another slice, others don’t. They don’t care about the others nor him, as long as they got their slice and got satisfied with it. Then they just walk away guilt free. No one bothered whether if there’s even a slice left of his pizza for him. People think that he already saved something for himself. But most of the time he doesn’t. He shares it all, not even receiving a thank you in return. Because people think that he is obliged to share it. And when he doesn’t, they get upset. He does it because when he shares his pizza, people tend to like him more. Other than that, he also believed that maybe one of those who took a slice would invite him someday and let him have a slice of theirs. But not everyone has a pizza that’s ready to be shared. Others have reserved their pizzas only to very special people. Some save it for themselves. Others don’t even have any; they just feed on others’ pizzas. Nevertheless, he never stops sharing his’. And now, his pizza was finished, and nothing is left for him. But he is afraid to ask even just a bite from other people’s pizza. So he just sat in front of the table with the empty box beside him.
You are a piece of art. The most beautiful and expensive creation that I have ever laid my eyes upon. I can never, in my entire life ever afford to have you. That’s why I’ll just gaze at you from a distance, in longing frustration.
If you love somebody
Better tell them while they’re here.
As much as I wanted to, I can’t. I can’t because I’m scared. I cant because it hurts. I can’t because I’m sober.
Okay, so bad luck day strikes again. Turns out that after all the planning and shit that I’ve done, nothing have and will ever come into fruition.
First, my goal to graduate this December is never gonna happen since this terror professor of our department who’s gonna be department chairman this May blocked everyone of us from taking advance subjects this summer because of the reason “I want to terrorize them for another year”. Unbelievable.
Second, a motherfucking cellphone. I told my mom about my plans about this matter and she said yes. Now, it seemed like I never told her anything. I still don’t have a phone.
And finally, JUST FUCK THIS DAY IN PARTICULAR! This is frustrating. Now I remembered why I don’t plan.
Fuck you life!
I make plans! And this is new. Cuz i usually don’t. I used to go with the flow and let the current take me wherever. But these past days, I made plans. For the immediate and far future. I even made plans on how I will spend my day. And I was like; “Whut, am I seriously gonna make this happen? Whatever this is my plan after all” and do shit.
I’m kind of in a culture shock right now. Maybe this is because my mother and sister left me here for manila to look for a better way to survive. Ever since I was born, I left my decisions for my mother to make. Where I would go to school, what course should I take, what tuxedo i should wear to prom, even the hell should I eat. What? Mother knows best! But, at 19, they left me here abruptly and suddenly, I need to be independent. So here I am, starting from planning my survival tactic for the day, to designing my future goals.
But the cream of the crop among all of my plans for now is to graduate this December. It is a pretty difficult plan but, what the hell. There is a chance that this could happen and I am gonna gamble the shit out of it. Either way, It’s a win-win situation for me. I bet 4 months of vacation, but the potential prize pool is an advanced graduation with 5 paid months of doing whatever I like. And it’s a pretty sweet gamble if you’ll ask me.
Wow, I even take chances these days! I’m on fire!