Current mood:	cold
Current music:	you stole the sun from my heart - manic street preachers

the black paint is peeling away from my nails. my nails are actually quite dirty.
some time back, i received this text message: it sucks how i'm only a footnote in someone else's love story.

it reminded me of another person i dumped, not too long ago. so here i was feeling post-break-up blues, only to be rudely reminded how i was a nasty bastard myself to someone else. not that the guy who dumped me was a nasty bastard; i didn't even know what he thought.

i still don't know what he thinks.

later this week i'll start working in ortigas. after nearly thirty years, it feels like i'm finally cutting off my ties from makati: first, by moving out of my parents' and second, by not working within the central business district. i still live less than a mile from the city i grew up in but it's a distance that further insists on separation.

i don't feel like looking forward to the next few months. the last two years to me have been gloomy and marked by a lot of separations. what i want to do now is curl up in a soft bed until i fall asleep. and i feel like i could sleep for a long, long time.

i really am tired.