DARWIN MURILLO19/Antipolo City/University of Rizal System
I spend half of my life soul searching and quarter of it daydreaming...
I am 50% conscious and 35% subconscious...
The other 15%, I guess, is in the recycle bin.
This blog is non-sense by the way. :)))
I can’t. I just can’t understand myself now. earlier I was starting to work with a text post but… my subconscious wouldn’t allow me. There are actually myriads of stories I want to tell but words seem to be very stubborn. It upsets me a lot and now, I really want to throw my whole body to atleast remove this insanity I am battling right now. Ugh… I’ve never been panicky my whole life but this sh*tness disturbs me to death. Help me.
I hate those people who think they’re better than you just because they have “more faith”… I have faith… and for me it’s just the right dosage… not too little that you are full of doubts… and not to much that you are being blinded by it.
What if one day, you woke completely outright? You don’t know where you are and you don’t even know who you are. You keep on asking yourself myriad of questions until you feel recluse. You want to be furious but you can’t because… you know it wouldn’t help. Until it felt worse, you felt twisted into the finest bit.
HOW TO SPEND A DAY
Lips sync your favorite song like you’re insanely mad with your lungs.
Talk to the baby while distorting your face.
Make a cup coffee and then leave it cold and full.
Take a very long walk alone with your most dilapidated shirt.
Dance in the rain barefooted and swim if there’s enough water.
E-mail your long lost friend and tell him you don’t miss him.
Watch the sunset with your younger siblings and recite a very forlorn poem.
Give your parents the lamest joke you have in mind.
Smile to random people you’re not familiar with.
Amnesia Playact. Pretend you’ve totally lost your memory.
