My boring life

*April the beginning of summer, where most teen age romances bloom. But I think it doesn't occcur to everyone. Well duh, I'm a living proof and all the singles out there.

Since I was young everybody around me says love is the most beautiful and powerful thing in the world. It exceeds the value of life itself. Some people would take a bullet for someone. A thing that makes giving up is a measure of too much love. It makes you smile, laugh and even cry.

It does not only define romantic relationship but it also represents filiality - the love of friends and family.

I have friends, the chosen friends. The people I met in high school that've stayed. I have a family, the ones who were with me all this time. I'm complete, or so I thought.

Then why doI feel empty? why am I not happy?

P. S. Maybe I'll be happy tomorrow*.

I closed my journal and put it inside my bag.

The sunny weather is drying up all my energy to be productive. My melancholic life. Living alone for almost a year makes it more lonelier. Sometimes I wonder what do I lack? what do I need to fill the void inside me?

It was past 12 when I decided to live my room. Because girl I didn't have breakfast yet and now it's past lunch. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach eating my intestines.

The cup boards are almost empty, the fridge too. Good thing there's an instant mac and cheese left. I plug the heater cup and sat patiently thinking of what should I do with my life.

I graduated a year ago, had some good grades, job endorsements, and even a promising offers from big companies. And whenever my cup boards are empty I feel regret not being able to be in any of those. I could have lots of mac and cheese by now and ice cream tubs too. Gosh I feel stupid!

I got into an accident and broke my ankle. How did I get into it? Days after graduation my family decided to have a pool party in our house. One of my cousins bought me a gift, a dog, a chihuahua precisely. I don't know what spirit on earth got into that cute tiny little dog that he chased me. Long story short, I slipped beside the pool and my ankle broke.

The companies decided that they can have someone replace me and that's it.

My parents live in the country side and so I was left in our condo in the city. Kiba the chihuahua stays with them.

I was back from my own reverie when my phone ringed. It was a call from Dallie - my college friend.

' Have you checked your emails?' she asked in an excited tone. 'No. But I think I should right? ' 'You probably should! ' 'okay, just wait a sec. '

Acceptance Letter

Dear Isabella Mendoza

CONGRATULATIONS!

We are very grateful to inform you that you have been selected to a final interview in Embassy of West Clover this April 15, in Leaf Towers, Luck Street, 16th Boulevard, Luther.

Please bring your portfolio and necessary files.

'The Embassy of West Clover?! OH MY GOD! Dallie am I dreaming?' oh my freaking gosh! I can't believe this is happening.

'Bitch what? Embassy of West Clover? That's not what I really meant by checking your emails tho. But Congratulations you little witch! '

'Sorry I just got excited, I didn't see your email. Imma check it now. '

Embassy of West Clover. Gosh Finally! A job!

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