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it’s hard. living a life is hard. and actually making sense of it is harder. screw those guys that says life is what we make it. how come as hard as i try, my life is still not the way i wanted it to be?

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last night i’ve met with the mongay (monday gay) group. and i’ve met my, as in my edward. if edward is reading this he would have killed me! :p anyways… i’ve met him last week, from the moday group also. he is no looker but i like him. i like him so much. i actually feel sickly today cause i stayed up late just to see him. i call him from time to time. at lease once a day, and long hours during the dawn. that’s why i sometimes feel hagard even on the day. i should invest in a good concealer to hide my eyebags. he has this something that mystifys me. i just can’t put my finger on it. and i intend to find out on of this days. no just this weekend because i’m going to palawan. palawan baby! el nido for a good relaxing weekend… hopes it doesn’t rain. as for edward… i texted him now reminding him to have lunch…. i really need to go out more….

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