This is going to be quite a long post since yesterday, I didn't blog.

Morning of Saturday was a bit of a downer. My dad shouted at me without abandon and causing me to stir and wake up. I didn't know why, I couldn't remember how, but when I woke up (and since I'm a bit grouchy when I get woken up in such a manner) I answered back.

And then I saw his face fall into a frown--I couldn't help but feel down as well.

So that's how my morning started and the course of my depressive morning.

I feel bad that I give Bee my bad vibes, too. I'm sorry, Bee.

The afternoon was spent with Patrick and Ralph. We went to Pat's dorm and chilled. We talked about scary ghost stories. I cooked hotdogs and made cheese on toast, and then afterwards, we went upstairs to watch American Pie: The Wedding.

We had to go home by 7, though, since Pat was going back to Alabang that night.

Ralph took me home, and then... I missed Bee. There was the calls. The texts. And... I just felt bad. Because the morning, I felt so emo and my emotions were too strong for me to control properly. I thought too much.

Too. Much.

Bee and I didn't get to talk much last night, though. So I decided to ask how my old mates at Alabang are doing. And guess what? They were all together last night. Haha, I missed those crazy coots. So I was on the phone with them till 3 AM.

And it's either on the 29th or on the 6th of December that I'm going to sleepover. Wee. Raymond's birthday and finally, I'm going to see them again. For all those events I missed, I'll try and make up for all of them.

For Sunday... I just chilled at Denniel's house as well as at my tita's pad (happy birthday, guys!). A lot of eating, lying down, texting, and watching the telly today. Just another lazy Sunday that I wished wouldn't end. Monday has come again and I'm just not ready.

Love is just too complicated.

One would be too desperate to move on... and yet, can't. It would be so easy... to just think of your ex-lover to be the lowest specimen on Earth, but the love you feel for the person is just too great. The respect is still there... even though, you just can't help but think that he/she doesn't deserve it.

There are approximately 6.7 billion people in this world. There has to be someone out there that will love you with the love and respect that you deserve--even with those characteristics that you lack. You'll move on in time... and that bastard can just kiss your arse for using you like that. He deserves to be treated as a low person... but, with the love that you felt for him--let's just hope he realizes that he lost such a prize.

And when you fight because of j e a l o u s y--always remember that by the end of the day... he's with you. You might notice other girls taking a move on him, but if he so wanted it--he would've dumped you already. But he didn't... because he loves you. He's probably too young, a lot of people would say, but in that age... he knows how to think straight. Be proud.