Im slowly sinkin

When I feel lonely and alone I always end up writing my blog.
It's despicable and unbearable.
Every second seems endless.
It just hit me.
It just.

I wonder how life could be if Im not here.
I wonder if im where my soul is at peace.
I hope this is not regret.
I hope this is just a delusion.

Weeks time I'll be celebrating 3rd monthsary with Uncle Sam.
I can’t be more happy.
Halata ba?
tang-ina!

This afternoon my face reflects my undeniable sadness.
Maybe near depression stage.
I was given some boost and some kick on the ass by my officemate.
A kick of reality (a piece of cake was offered afterwards as a consolation)

"Just think of the dollars"
End of story.

Im thinking of moving to houston where bunch of my friends are.
But who can trade the comfort and convenience of California?
Im considering it.
Im studying if its feasibility and if it would be more advantageous to me.

sigh.
This work is for what?
Im obviously un-inspired.
What the fuck!