a shot of lambanog

i couldn't believe how two weeks of cutting myself off from the world for writing my thesis could store in me so much pent-up emotions. just today, i tried to lash it out on my roommate, but expectedly, it didn't work. i tried to be furious, angry, sad, and depressed all at the same time, but the weight on my chest never disappeared.

that is, until i thought of the lambanog that i keep in my room. a shot of the strong stuff immediately shoved me out of my dazed state and released a good amount of tension i had in me. ahh, the joy of alcohol. i keep this up and i'll be sane in no time. drunk, too, but hell, no one's complaining. i think people would rather see me drunk than pissed off. and just as long as the alcohol provides me with a temporary outlet for these blasted negative vibes, i think i'm gonna be fine.

i hope.