At least, I got what I wanted: Changes. And how major these changes really are!
First, someone really special to me is ignoring me and I don't know why. I had a great college life mainly because of her. As long as she was on my side, no attacks regrading my stint at the schoolpaper could ever bring me down. As long as she counts on me, other teachers' impartiality could never get through my nerves. Before she went abroad, everything was fine, I think. We did email and chat each other. When she knew that I got accepted in a company while I was still in college, she told me to hang on and to consider it as stepping stone to something better. I did not pursue in that company, instead, I leaped on to the "something better" part right after college. I knew she was happy for me. Five months later, what happened? I don't know. If I did something that offended her, I hope she could tell me straight instead of ignoring my emails, texts, and my messages on forum. I just hope that when we meet at the reunion, which is eventual, that I am wrong with what I'm thinking.
Second, Red is well, Red. To cut a million miles of a painful complicated long story short: We. Are. Just. Friends. Now.
Third, where I am now? I feel lost. It seems that I have lost interest in pursuing my "goals". I just realized this insanity when my sis called me and reminded me about it. What happen to me? Am i on the verge of midlife crisis? Uh-oh. It seems that while the world was busy wandering about climate change, the upcoming elections, and while some of my friends were busy with whatever they are doing, I am aways asking, asking, and asking on what to do.
Changes are painful especially if you have put your heart to those familiar things like college, part-time jobs, a relationship that I thought was my happily-ever-after (duh! goosebumps, but i'm serious you d***), and a daily routine that the most worse you could encounter is a disconnected internet connection.
I choose these changes. There are always sacrifices in every decision that we make. We can never have the best of both worlds, I realize.
I feel lost. After having watched Julia & Julie, I was moved to initiate something that may take my mind off these crazy insinuations and negative speculations. For Julie, it was french cooking. I love that! But where would I cook? I couldn't even make a decent hot chocolate in my boarding house. I need to obsess over something after all in a day's work, you know.
I thought of creating a blog, one that is really authentic, real, and worth-reading, something that readers can get relevant, entertaining, and creative information from. What could be great? A blog about depression (Ha-ha). A blog about Bohol (could be). A blog about college (nice).
Well, first thing to consider is how to generate readers to my blog. Based from experience, no one's been reading this blog at all (except for my friends and sis maybe, how tragic) as this is just about my boring life. Goodnight for now! Another lonely night to endure.