Lonely Little Christmas Night
I do not know what I lack this year for Christmas to be this... sad. Maybe it's a family thing, maybe I just kind of miss my mom and the cold breeze of winter wind of Macao on my face. Or maybe it's the inconvenience of lodging into my uncle's couch for Christmas. Or the maybe the lack of warm hugs from my special someone. Or maybe the stress from thesis and the pressure to finish it before school starts (when the truth is I haven't even started it yet.) OR ALL OF THE ABOVE. I don't know. My mom's here in the Philippines but she's not 'here' with me but rather she's in Tagaytay in the posh and rich life of her in-laws while I'm being eaten my mosquitos here in the living room of Tito Manny's house. Sad. I don't know. My boyfriend is out there. In Baguio. With his family and I know it's bad to be envy, but it's also bad to lie so yeah, I envy him. He has his family with him. Sort of in a complicated situation but in a much more better circumstances than mine. At least he's happy. I'm double sad. I don't know. I should start with my thesis plate not that I don't want to, I CAN'T. I need my space, unfortunately there's none. One thing that I do know is that the reason for this season is Jesus. And I should be happy. Tomorrow, when I wake up, I'd be happy. That, I owe to myself.










