seacielo - Da Kine o’ Life

i am very angry right now. i want to scratch every inch of my skin. i’m losing another saturday again. it hurts. i want to cry. i want to die. the very reason of my existence have become bane itself. ll i want is a skim day. everybody is partying at every beach break (and i’m not there). i want to scream sands of my chest.

but this doesn’t mean i hate my job. i love my job even if it means 10+++++++++ hours a day; even if i always miss dinners; even if i started smoking; even if… well even if… just even if. what the hell, it helps me get through from sunlight to sunight (?).

what if there is no swells on sunday? oh please good heavens. oh oh oh please posiedon! i am so overwhelmed. i am so frustrated. i’m so and so and so….

i always have a choice. right now, i have to stand with my decision. i have wanted this, why would i even start to whine? suck it all up and get it over with? probably it’s every situation call.

i am so mad sad. sad mad. i just want to go to the beach. i’ll die. the salt in my skin is drying up. i can’t taste it coming from my head anymore. i am really mad sad.

i need to sleep. i need to snuggle in the sand and smile at the sun. i want my opol moments. i want to go to nasugbu….