the dying immortal
this is my first normal blog written without the help of my favorite smoke . its been 3 weeks without mj and i honestly miss her ,the whole town is dry ., no one wants to sell, because theres a price on every caught seller. no one will buy if no one will sell is the mayor's motto., I cant blame him for that. its his job to keep the community clean. like the world market your lowness is depressed for almost a month and a half. broke and unsigned, spending time on my pc all day and building pipelines to some handicraft importers to export my my friend's handmade handicraft abroad. I ended up as a middleman for the person who was just like me last year when I was in rainmaker. but this just for me to learn from the mistakes that ive done, you cannot change the world unless you change yourself. in the world that im living right now everything has changed since I came back from jakarta. bitterness is all around, my world become too small ive loosen my drive, I admit it., maybe its payback time for me now. still hoping that the promise of an englishman to work with another manila office will give me life a month from now, still keeping my fingers crossed . but I cant depend on that promise, still trying my luck to be hired in an outsourcing company just to have a real life. Im too tired waiting .
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