stoned cherries

i have been bothered by these latest string of unfortunate events that seemingly tries to dissipate the entrails of my anatomy. in short, i’m damn tired! ugh… and i feel lost… these rainy days keep me aflutter with ennui… sish.. why do do i insist on using highfaluting terms? i got two out of ten in a Philo paper for doing so! i guess, i’m just stubborn. i don’t intend to brag my sophisticated lexicon.

i miss him. i miss Cyril for heaven’s sake. i went home yesterday and the heavy downpour made everything seem forlorn. could you imagine what i did? i sobbed for crying out loud! goodness gracious people seem perfectly apathetic these days they didn’t bother if some psycho has managed to sneek into the ferry… no man has ever made me cry (and crazy it seems) this way before. Henri, the usual villain, said that we’re both poor and falling for Cyril would not give my story a redemption. the hell i care.

what am i blabbering about? i can’t blame Cyril for all my misery. it’s my fault anyway. end of story.

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