world upon your shoulders
written: 5:27 p.m. on Sunday, Jun. 29, 2003

My plans for today got fucked up by dear ol' dad. Was supposed to play basketball with Ben. The paternal fig threw a fit in the fucking car when I told him about it.

Next time, I'd just tell a sweet lie and go out and have fun.

In the end I did manage to play, but with my mom and my brother. Which isn't exactly my idea of fun. Plus, it was hot. Scorching hot. Resulting in a headache that I'm suffering now that isn't likely to go away anytime soon.

Don't know. Just kinda feel like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders. Wish I could just stop worrying about stupid things... stop worrying about my schoolwork and get down to business... stop procrastinating... stop caring about charming and seemingly vulnerable near-strangers that cross my path...

I still don't really know why I'm worried about that kid, but yes. I am.

I still don't know either why I'm not bothered to finish my homework, but yes. I'm not.

And even if I start doing them now (which isn't going to happen), there's no way in hell I can finish everything by tomorrow, so why bother?

My back's aching. It affected my shooting tremendously. Playing with my family is a royal waste of time. Just glad that the paternal fig wasn't there.

On a brighter note, I SMS-ed this guy who was in JJC for the first three months today. He's one of the twins who kind of look like Raul Gonzalez, the Spanish football player.

Receiving his messages reminded me of some of the wonderful people I met in term one, he being one of them. I kind of miss them, somehow.

What comes after coming and going? You elevate your position in that person's life from mere bypassing each other on the streets to actual acquaintances, but it doesn't really seem to matter much, for without that common meeting place, whatever contact you've established is more or less severed, because truth is, we don't really bother. Phone number or not. We don't really bother.

Gotta take a shower.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010