I always ask myself, “What’s next?”
Today, also considered “tonight” here in the PH, I was accompanied by friends while working.
Just imagine the situation if you can. The thing is, everyone is currently drunk at this moment. And here I am, doing my best to work and drink as much as I could to follow through.
Ever wanted to write a lot of things about the world but don’t know where to start? Me too. Which feels weird, to be honest. For a person who knows how to speak instinctively, it seems that I have forgotten how to write spontaneously. I feel as if my body has a certain filter that hinders me from writing what I want. Or maybe my mind is cluttered, hence, not knowing how to start.