After five agonizing years, I will have to face up to the challenge of detaching myself from whine-y ties that pull me in all directions because as the smart fagot would say, "Panahon na para ilabas ang aking mahiwagang salamin. " Welcome back, fucker. Time to face yourself again after four hypocritical years of masochistic self-battering-cowardice in its purest form. Having mastered the skill of shoving the "I" box into moldy closet spaces to make way for "responsibility" rendered by rowing in that river, I am faced with a blank look from someone not-so-socialized, not so dipped in the muck of the city.
Three more months-time to get critical, baby. Choose your cards well.
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