Umayos ka.

Wag mo nang hihingin sakin yun. Lintik. 'Pag hiningi mo pa, tatangalan kita ng white blood cells tapos pagpapalitin ko ng pwesto yung liver at utak mo. Umayos.

Sandali, ayusin ko lang to.

This week is hell-er than hell. Everyday I wake up with 6 encyclopedias in both my hands, a soldier, an athlete and a counselor beside my bed, and oven toasters as my slippers and before I sleep, I have deep marks and scratches all over my body. There is always a reason to be depressed but I opt not to wallow into it too much. What's the point? It would still be there.

I've been inside the blender for quite a while now..6 years? Maybe tomorrow I'd be in the chopping board.

Who knows? Maybe next week I'd be six feet under.

Tumutusok na naman yung brace ko. Dugo na to.

If quitting is not the answer..

What is it then?

I am more tired. Physically and mentally, I'm drained. Emotionally, I'm beat up. There seems to have no point in doing what I'm doing.

I thought smiling would be an option. It was. Until my cheeks grew tired.

I've ran out of willpower. Where's the cutter?