…And Then I See A Darkness
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winter of my discontent

our salary hasn’t arrived yet. i only got 50 centavos left on my pocket. can’t go home to negros. heck, can’t even go home to my aunt’s house. i have a recurring LBM and i feel so empty.

god, could it get any worse than this?

i need a sign that there is that light at the very end of this tunnel. is that asking too much?

2 Responses to “winter of my discontent”

  1. yeah reality bites

  2. Tubah, should’ve asked us oi. we could’ve helped you. for how many days did you just have 50 centavos in your pocket?


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