INC.*

i am a big disappointment to the universe and i hate thinking about it. but the fact haunts me every minute -- like a dysfunctional lightbulb, turning on and off and on again.

i don't want to stop believing that i can get through this. maybe i am a mediocre writer, more mediocre student and most mediocre person among the people i know. but if i content myself to being one, then i am more of a nobody than a nobody. if an incomplete grade should stop good grades then i have to forget my dreams. and if i stop getting past aspiring to be a writer then i have no chance.

if i don't become a writer, i won't have anything. i'll be nobody. i'll be nothing.

as reality stares at the moment, the only thought that comforts me is that maybe, just maybe, i can do this and someone out there thinks so too.

*forget grammar and syntax, malungkot ako.