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Baby, don't say goodbye.

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I DO WHAT I DO AND I DO IT WITH ATTITUDE. ♥

Name: Esther Grace T. Batungbacal
Age: 18 years young.
Likes: Soccer, Figure-skating, Debate, Reading, and Milkshakes.
About Me: If you did it, I did it before. If you got it, I had it.
You start, I finish.

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title: Calvary
date: Wednesday, July 15, 2009
time:Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I just realized how much I loathe mornings.

It's been getting cold lately, and snuggled under a warm blanket with a pillow tucked in your arms is just pure nirvana.

Don't you just hate it when you're sleeping peacefully then all of a sudden, you get interrupted by a screeching noise, which happens to be your alarm clock.

I know I do. I've been absolutely lethargic, especially in the mornings. I drag my feet to the shower and to the dining table for breakfast. 80% of me wants to go back to bed and fake sick or something. I miss having the luxury of sleeping in.

During the first two periods in school, I am usually reticent. I don't talk with my seatmates much, because I am on the brink of snoozing. Even if I like the subject, I hardly pay attention because my mind usually wanders.

I'm also moody and cranky most of the time. My best friend noticed that the usual playful flicker in my eyes were gone, and was replaced by sadness or irration. The bubbliness inside me has left, and now it takes huge effort for me to be happy and all.

I find it difficult to mingle too. I'm also pressured because the UPCAT is only 17 days away. I also lost weight. I'm so skinny now, with dark circles beneath my eyes, and I now wear a tired expression.

Just eight more months. Eight months.


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