Hi.
I really didn't want to start blogging
again after my long absence in a melancholy mood, but I guess I am stranded
with no other choice.
I pictured after SPM to be stress-free.
I'd wake up
later than usual, I wouldn't have to deal with breakouts, my hormones and
period cycle would be back to normal, I'd spend more time lazing around and
reading novels and having movie marathons, and I'd feel carefree and nothing
would tie me down.
I guess my imagination at the time was incapable of being
more realistic.
But fret not, it's not exactly like this
for everyone. If you have yet faced SPM, don't let this post scare you.
Your
post-SPM would probably be much much better than mine. Well, mine for now. Mine
for at least until prom is over.
Ah, yes.. that's what it is.
That's the cause
of all these setting of alarm clocks, not being able to fall asleep peacefully,
constant frowning, feeling like I'm at the bottom pit and struggling to put everything
in order.
Who ever said pulling an event was gonna be easy. But I knew what I
was signing up for.
But it's not just the brain-wrecking
Prom Night, you know.
It's pretty much everything I've been having to face and
put up with.
Heartbreak after heartbreak, letdown after letdown, disappointment
after disappointment.
Things have been disastrous.
Luckily, not all the
entire time.
I'm still blessed with my family and real friends who has helped me through
alot.
I'm still
smiling.. and to me that is something.
Perhaps not enough, but nothing in life is ever enough for us
normal beings.
High school is over. I intended to write
about that particular subject, but I guess I'll have to put that on hold.
Now
it's 127AM and I am wondering why in the world do I have to deal with people
like him and her.
Mentally? I am pretty much drained. To the core.
Just a few
more days. Exactly 5 from now.
211211, CBN & VI's Prom Night of Sinners
and Saints.
Stoked, I am.
Scared, I am.
Stressed, I am.
Hoping that no one else is going through
what I am at the moment.
And hoping that things would go uphill after prom is
over.
And hoping for a night that would be worth all my hard work on that very
event.
Pray for me, my little chums.
Hugs and kisses, and sending hopeful vibes to all.
