regret

Every time I try to trace back to my past, i always find  it very… disappointing because in the end, I’ll only feel depressed.

I regret moving to America because I’ve lost so much that I wish I could have had. It’s sad to say, but I really wish I’d experience life in the Philippines longer than what was given to me. I’m so homesick… but I doubt it was ever truly a home.

It’s bad to lie, so here’s the truth. I’m not in love with my life right now and neither am I that appreciative about my friends. Are they indispensable? I don’t have a concise answer for that. I just know that I’ve never been good with having friends. I’ve always gotten annoyed by small “pet peeves”. Pet peeves my ass. If a lot of people are complaining about it, it ain’t a pet peeve. There’s just something wrong with that person. ANYWAY

It gets tiring being in a place I’m never going to be familiar with. Truth is, neither America nor the Philippines are my home (emotion wise). Then that would lead to my real home… Disneyland. There, I feel safe and I can get lost without being lost. =D

There are people who I can never again reach and with this thought, I feel even sadder than before.