I could spit on a stranger.

I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me. I won’t be going to Cinemalaya this year, because I think it’s boring. I mean, no offense to the filmmakers whose films are in competition this year. I just think that this year’s Cinemalaya isn’t exactly my cup of tea since I’m emotionally distraught these past few days. I’m just not that interested.

Whatever.

In other news, my life is slowly disintegrating into some sort of muddy dirty puddle. I’m becoming more and more depressed every day. Suffice it to say, I really hate my life. Like, right now. I think I’ll detach myself completely from the world this weekend. I will only come out if somebody texts me and asks me if I want to watch Mamma Mia, which could be the cure to this whatever feeling of mine.

But if that doesn’t happen, I’ll just wallow alone here in my room and watch DVDs. Yes.

Am I having quarter-life crisis? I mean, I’m not even 20 yet. I’m not suicidal or anything. I think I’m just plain lonely. It happens a lot, right? I mean, sure I’ll get past this soon enough. Well, hopefully.

I wanna fly out to the moon, and jump around outer space and extend my arms and disappear. Hey, that sounds like a great idea. Maybe it’ll happen one of these days. Until then, I’m gonna watch DVDs. I think I’ll start off with The Devil and Daniel Johnston. Turrah!