Whenever relatives invite Brother to take a shot on a drinking session, he always refuse. That makes them conclude that I also don't drink. Or maybe because I am a woman. I don't know.

Today, I bought the cheapest chardonnay I found at the grocery. Bought 4 cans of sanmig light and a sapporo. Nope, I'm not depressed. This is not one of those mandatory drink-your-heart-out sesh one will do whenever they're brokenhearted. I am not. I just feel like drinking, and I do need a good sleep (alcohol can help one sleep better, right?)

On October, I'm turning 34. When I was younger, I feel like life was moving slow. Like when I couldn't wait to start using ballpen when I was in grade 1, or when I couldn't wait to have nicer penmanship like those high school kiddos, or when I was excitedly waiting to graduate from hs and go to college.

I feel like days get faster as you get older. It's like yesterday, I was 28... and then, boom! 34 na ko. That swift.

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I still remember that person sometimes. It feels stupid, you know. He's no longer available and never will be. Our time had long been up. 

How will you differentiate what you feel from what you *think* you feel? I'm not really good at this. Labeling feelings.

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Maybe I'm just lonely.

09:52 PMにcinderellaareus によって書かれました。

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