Thursday, second last day of work.
Dear Heyeeyayo, Hello Diary. Know that I haven't been writing in you for a very very very very long time. Didn't had any 'feel', but seem to realize they were just excuses for me to not write in you. My sis kept saying it is good to write, but deep within in while she was saying that, I told myself that; yes, I wrote. Hence I am good. But the truth is, I wasn't. I stopped writing. I stopped thinking. I stopped feeling. I stopped being feeling the real thing. Now that I am writing, I had been thinking to myself that I am turning good. Why do I keep praising myself, reassuring myself that I am still good and have been good when the truth is I am not. Because I did not and have not even do anything that is good, at the moment or in the near future. I lost the patience to understand what is really going on around me. I lost the patience to hear what is happening around me. I lost the patience to really do things that meant something for the future. I really thought I...