-A literal journal of a burnt out kid (who is most definitely not me)
"why would someone publish their literal personal diary?"
- Me, I just wanted to see who can also relate to my story out there...
At any case, I've had my own way of referring to...
I finished the big orders first and I'm really happy about the outcome. I mean look at this!
They turned out awesome!
Anyways, for the most part, my grandmother is 101% not happy about my business progress
(She looks more like a person who gets annoyed when I talk about how well my little business is going)
Ironic isn't it? (Don't really know what that means)
In all honesty, I wrote this February 5th. I got lazy last night, and just
when I thought my Short-term memory wouldn't really hit me hard...
Damn right it did. I don't remember a lot but I do remember clearing up the upstairs bedroom for ceiling construction today. Was I okay? No, but I knew that it was about time that I had to work a muscle or two. It's actually amazing how I got to finish 4 orders in one day. Really...
OH right, last night I had a clogged up nose that it became really hard to breathe. I guess my adenoids are acting up. I always wonder if I will still get qualified for public service once I become a policewoman even in this condition.
That's all...
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So apparently, Wattpad here doesn't take 48 seconds as a "standard story" but I guess it does make sense.
I'm just going to talk about stuff that doesn't make sense but makes sense.
History
When I was in Elementary, my mom would refuse to attend my closing ceremony unless I made it to the top 3. Or for the most part, 1st or second is your best choice, because back in 4th grade, she never came, and I was in 3rd place that time. Apparently she was angry and disappointed.
When I was eight, my parents locked me up in the bathroom for the whole day because I got a low score (I think) in one of my outputs. When I told someone about it now that I've grown so much they would say, "Baka nasukir ka met idi(?)" Which apparently means, "Maybe you were just naughty (?)" Which to ME sounded like doubt because I was a kid.
I don't even know if one can consider this a trauma, but for most people that I've told, it's just a normal thing to do, because it was part of our 'culture'.
Huh, then letting a four year old child sleep under the bed because she can't pronounce or read "ab" is a part of our culture? Well if so, then why did my friends never experience this so called culture before?
Oh, right.. I remember people telling me that it was for me.
Now tell me..
Was that really for me?
Or for the family reputation and so called 'honor'?
Enough drama, there's a lot to tell but right now I'm trying to focus on The me right here on the present day.
