I should just buy myself a fat burger and get my hair cut and buy expensive shoes and get that moleskine planner. If that won't help, I don't know what will.

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There's something about excellence and me that can't get along fine these weeks, months, years. And yes, everything is fine. But everything is not fine ENOUGH. Certain people do not understand that, like my boss, who told me one time, "Wala ka naman dapat problemahin sa buhay mo, Mon eh."
Yeah, I can work drone-like, go to malls, date, and shit. But there's something miserably wrong with my state of mind that I can't put a finger on.

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I'm not trying to get people to analyze me. I just want to get OUT.