so. after this week i have more or less two months to finish digging the hole i've been digging for the last i dunno… seven? years and finally see the light.

truth be told, i'm apprehensive of leaving the comfy world of school and fully step into the rat race. of course i have a choice of not joining the rat race - be my own boss, open a business etc etc yadayadayadayadayada. but those options require a lot of stuff which i don't have, so yeah - giddiyap giddiyap giddiyap onto the rat race people.

the feeling of impending change was echoed while i was cleaning my closet (no, not eminem-stlye). picking through my clothes, i saw stuff from yesteryears i haven't seen in a long time. with them came memories long buried in the recesses of my mind. now i know why i'm such a packrat. aside from the memories, i have little to nothing to remind me of the past. i hate pictures for i look stupid in them. i have few friends for i'm a picky bastard. considering everything, at the end you only have the past and a few moments to say 'fuck you world' before you croak, nothing more.

last week i went to my HS alma mater. a lot of things have changed, except for this sentiment - whoever was the idiot who said that life is better on the next stage is saying bovine manure. shitty as it was, HS was one of the parts of my life i'd relive if ever my current consciousness can be transported back to my old HS body. ha.

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jeez. i *still* have a nasty case of chapped lips. every now and then i taste blood and well, it's a freaking irritant. you know what they say - pain from wounds you can bear, but never an itch.

let's die another day.