Hello.

I woke up pretty well today. Alhamdulillah. I was productive in the morning which is RARE. I finished my laundry without the mamaya-na-muna. At hindi lang yun, nakapagluto pa ang ng carbonara. Yes, my first semi-successful carbonara. Haha

Then I received a message from a friend reminding me of something. Reality waved at me again with matching kindat pa. Kinilig ba ako? Aba syempre...hindi. It still hurts pala. I thought by now, it'll feel like a sting katulad ng mga exfoliating toner. Argh. My golly, self, ano bang alam mo sa world? Are you even alive?

Tough week. TMI that my mind and heart can't process. I was and still not myself today. I couldn't mean the words I say during my morning routine. I couldn't genuinely say, 'I am enough. I am loved. I am the best'. I even stop doing the squats which pinagtyagaan kong isama sa everyday routine ko. And that made me sad. I thought I was okay.

Why?