Like I've mentioned, I feel better now. Not a lot better as to be happy but at least better. BUT I still have moments. Like right now. I don't really want to talk much about it 'coz I don't wanna dwell on depressing stuff but I just need to let it out some way.

Borrowing from the poet of love and the poet of the people Pablo Neruda, "It happens that I am tired of being a man." The great Chilean poet captures my feelings so perfectly. It's comforting to know that I'm not the only one going through this. Neruda felt the same way before. I welcome anything that puts me on the same plane as Neruda even if it's negative such as this one.

One more poem but this time a tweaked version, "I like for [me] to be still." Everything is so fast and fleeting. I want to have a remote control that has power all over the world. If I ever had it, I will hit the pause button and just find the time to breathe.

Okay, maybe I should stop now. This is sad, really sad. When I start using poems I like to express what I feel, you know breaking their greatness by making them stand for my banalities, that's one sure sign that I'm going bonkers. Hmph... Off to the living hell that is called the first semester of my senior year I go.

P.S. I wonder what level of hell this falls under in Dante's design.

P.S.S. On second thought, I think I have enough sense and sensibility to stop asking.