Delayed Christmas Post
It was the second Christmas away from home, being with friends instead of family. But then again, these people are my new family.
What can I say? Nothing much really. I spent Christmas Eve asleep. However, the Christmas parties were good. Christmas dinner with the block, the Jboys Christmas Party at 2AM ( aka the After Party), the Pangasinan get away with Banzai. All in all, I felt the Christmas spirit, but I think I was too depressed to enjoy them to my heart's content.
I'm sick and tired of being the charity guy. I know people help out because I need it but I just hate that feeling. (I do need it btw, so I'm not refusing them). I hate the way it makes me feel about myself, like a failure of sorts.
I should be happy. It's been more than a year since I left home and it's nothing like I imagined it.
It's like I'm sinking lower and lower and I'm too tired to get back up, not that I ever tried getting back up.
But like I've said before, we just can't stop writing our stories. It goes on long after the happy ending you watched in movies.
Happiness is but a high, kinda like being drunk. It's an adventure for as long as you're drunk... and ends when you're finally sober.
I don't want to be sober.