I really don’t know what good can come from writing this, I guess I’m just so lonely that i feel like writing something anyone can read. I think this happens to people when they have something heavy inside them. It is but natural for people to look for company, a friend, a special someone(not necessarily special) to help them, to listen, to talk with over a cup of coffee or a bottle of beer- i prefer the latter tho.

I love my job. I like it. But loving and liking the job is not enough to keep one going. Yes, I’m not satisfied. But let’s not talk about the salary issue because my superiors are so good to me that i cant talk anything negative about them. I’m still grateful and honored to be given opportunities that teachers my age and with so little work experience normally don’t get. Only time can tell how long my love for this job and respect to people who believe in me will keep me from quitting.

I wish I were young again, with no responsibilities other than pleasing my parents with good grades- the good boy/good girl image. No electric bills, house rent, and other bills to worry. I am my parents responsibility, so its them who have to work hard to feed me, to provide for my needs.

I wish i were a child who doesn’t fall in love. No heartaches. No heartbreaks. I don’t have to worry thinking of ways to get his attention. An innocent child who thinks of lollipops and M&Ms and chocolates and never craves for sex. A child who thinks of a game as a real fun. Because when you’re 23, a game is just a 3 minute sweat dripping, mind blowing orgasm- its game over when you cum.

sigh.