Lots of life changes, and I miss my dog.

Our dog got run over by a drunk driver, and I'm taking it pretty hard. Actually, the entire part of last week was a shitstorm of epic proportions - going down in history as a period I will refer to as Alat Days, 2014. Losing Burrito was the icing on an already shitty cake.

I miss him a lot. I loved that boy a lot. We only had him for 8 months, but he was very much loved.

I've been so sad lately. I know I need to snap out of it soon, because responsibility is looming. I'm not looking forward to the inevitable. My soul feels trapped, I need to figure out why.

Maybe it's because I saw The Beach for the first time, and my soul is looking for paradise. Work is not paradise right now. Work triggers internal stressors and burns me out. Thing is, I'm not sure a man in my life is what I want/what will solve these ill feelings at this point. I think I'm running away from being an adult, and I know that this is a phase. (I do need to listen to the Pikachu, as a red-haired, sleepy-eyed bartendress who paints her entire eyelid told me knowingly at Boho last night.)

I am panicking. I put all the men I thought I liked on invisible on Facebook, because out of sight equals out of mind. They don't live in Manila, anyway. My friend gave me a hashtag, because fading out on people is what I do best, anyway. 

#DisappearlikeTimmy. It really is a thing.


Please forgive the strange train of thought. I just need to get all of this out of my system because I've been holding stress in so long it's begun to consume me.

I just hope that after this week, great things are on their way to me.