I've been so temperamental lately. My mood has been so capricious that I constantly have to pause and process the day's drama.

I may have transgressed. I tend to lash out and rant and complain and be so so pessimistic that you'll always encounter my negative side. I don't understand what's wrong with me, or what I'm stressing on, because I'm supposed to be relaxing instead of having this anxious feeling knotted at the pit of my stomach.

I do hate the sporadic rain, and the terrible humid air that makes my hair really frizzy and tangled. I've been breaking out too, so much zits to fuss over. I detest the polluted air. It clings unto my pores like fly paper.

Perhaps I do miss America. I miss the cold weather, and it rarely rains there. It's never humid too, and I don't get much zits either. I miss the people there, and I just wish that I didn't have to live here. I want to go back.

I'm already going to start working for my dad's office, and I do hope that I earn enough money for plane fare and living expenses and college tuition and other school supplies. I am determined to fulfill my plans, because this is my future we're talking about.

I want the best for me, and it's not in the Philippines. It's in America.

Lord, please take me there.

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