Another day, just breathe.

Another day, another fucked up day. I wish I had some Ritalin, I badly need an overdose. Even without stimulants, I seem to have trouble sleeping, some kind of mild insomnia, if you'd rather. Jeez, what I wouldn't give to go back home. I swear to God that I will kiss the fucking ground when I touch down in Manila on July 4... July 4, a date that I always celebrate alone... and now, here's July 2, another day that I'll celebrate alone. Alone, it has a nice ring to it, but so hollow. Like a dunce sitting in a corner, like a kid watching the clouds go by, and, of course, like me.

Another day of listening to old songs and a hell lot of Sinatra. Do you guys know the song 'They can't take that away from me'? The way your smile just beams. The way you sing off key. The way you haunt my dreams. No, no, they can't take that away from me. Ah, Sinatra, good ol' blue eyes, the perfect companion when you feel oh so down.