Close Calls

It’s 11:55 pm, 5 minutes before the end of Valentines Day. As I said earlier, it only lasts 24 hours… 24 very miserable hours for me. I had a different thought of what this years Valentines could be…

Ahai. Maraming namamatay sa maling akala.

Instead I was cramped inside Room 512 of Bethel Guest House with my father. Not that I begrudge spending time with my father… I love him. And the fact that he just suddenly showed up out of the blue would have made me very happy at any other weekend than this. If only.

What I’m doing right now is the consequence that I vowed to suck up when I was procrastinating last year. I know it, which is why I’m not moaning as much as I want to. I do believe crying is an option right now, if only to stave off the pressure building behind my eyes… it frickin’ hurts. >.<

Plus, I miss my friends. This is the weekend and not only did I not go out but I didn’t even see them. At all. O.o This does not bode well from the time I will actually leave this place.

I do have one happy thought though. When I was near to breaking down already, very sore at heart and quite ready to have a screaming match with my father… I received a call that calmed me down, warmed me up and brought me to my senses. A deep thank you from the bottom of my heart to this certain person who prevented me from getting a well-deserved slap tonight. XD

I should really finish this paper… I want to get this out of my hair as soon as possible. Happy Valentines, all.