If you could see me right now, I have puffy eyes. I have been the early bird who’s tryin’ to catch early worms. Unfortunately, there are only tardy worms and sometime there is nil. And more often than not, I earn zits instead of dough, lose some pounds instead of poverty, and compromised my immunity more than ever because of appalling days with appalling income due to appalling manners of customers with appalling breaths.

I know, I have been querulous and it isn’t making sense anymore. I would rather complain and work my way to make a change than stay sulk and work my way to death due to heart attack. But are these shit gonna change anyway? I have to confess something: I allowed things to happen and didn’t have the courage to test my limits, break my boundaries, and take risks. It’s because I fear so many things. I am not afraid of changes but I am afraid of losing the ones I love because of it. Maybe that is why I would rather give in than resist. Maybe that is why I am still average.

SSDD.