Unfortunately, I do not have much to say about the trip to Bacolod, children are the best people I think. They are. For some reason, I've been listening to the song "All is full of love" over and over again" but my thoughts rest on memory rather than the present situations I was in while listening to that beloved song. I feel that it sucks me back in time where love was still pure and there wasn't any hate, jealousy, pride, and everythig else negative that came with it.
Came back yesterday but I made my family watch KingKong hehe and I didn't wanna come home to emails that would probably destroy my night again. So now I'm here, it's 8:34 or sometime around that, it's morning and I've just woken up. I read James' email. I do not know i f I should be happy or not but I am crying. No, these aren't tears of joy. I will probably spend the day thinking about that e-mail and thinking about my reply, for now I just wanna shout not at him, just shout, I don't know. I'm really not lucky in these kinds of things. I feel like I'm heartbroken, I don't know why. No one's broken up with me and I'm not with anyone official either. I've missed Cebu and the people that used to live here, even when I was still in Bacolod, I've sent out telepathic SOS's. The future looks vague. There must be a pool somewhere in time or in this world. I need to dive or sleepwalk in that cocoon again. This is too much nostalgia. "Cocoon"'s playing right now. Who would have known? And I don't mean the lyrics. Too much nostalgia, yes. I seriously wanna go back in time now.
