That story about Jason was so depressing.
It's not that I sympathize for him.
But I know how it feels. (Geezus I wonder how many times I've said that line)
And it reminded me of my own misery.
It reminded me that loneliness is a real feeling.
And this attempt of mine to hide/deny/forget it
is even sadder than it already is.
"It's been a while since I held a girl's hand and I just want to remember how it feels like."
On the other hand, my dad is actually letting me ride the LRT-MRT tomorrow to Glorietta. He's got a meeting in Makati at 2pm and needs the driver.
Well, well. This could be the beginning.
I'm so glad. I made a plan already. Haha. I'm going to National Bookstore to check if they have some new sheet music and perhaps buy a reliable pen (my new one is running out again, damn it). And when that's done, go shopping! Or window shopping. Explore G4 and maybe even Greenbelt if I'm up to it. After that trip to Galle with Gel, I may now know how to look for good clothes.. haha! Was thinking of watching one of them Spanish films but there's no good one tomorrow, so maybe I'll catch the 2pm show on Saturday. Hopefully. By myself.
I'm praying that this really will be the beginning.