I’m quitting The Club.
In order for one to succeed in The Club, one has to be at least one of three things: aggressive, attractive, or aloof. I am not those things. Or to put it more accurately: I am not those things enough.
I should have known this all along. Knew it, and stopped going. I’d probably have enough to save for a decent console or that brand new pair of Hush Puppies I’ve been craving since I started working. But the spirit is weak and I become hopeful, so I give in to the fantasy that I’ll actually be able to find someone decent in The Club.
I just get hurt in the process, because no one’s really there. All those people? Shadows. You attempt to grab them, to feel them, to touch them, but they’re not real. They’re just illusions of a desperate soul.
You will lose the people you meet in there. Sometimes a little bit longer than the average, but you will lose them nonetheless.
I don’t want to extend this torture any longer than necessary, so I’m quitting. I’m quitting the darkness. I’m quitting the beat. I’m quitting the fleeting fun.
Goodbye. And good riddance.
You’re just drunk Ker. See ‘ya! LOLZ. =p
Cheer up Ker. Alam ko may blogger na nagsabi that the most interesting people are those who are introvert-ish (or something to that sort), hehe. =D
Hahaha. And did that blogger mention where those introvert-ish people can be seen? :)
Haha. Oo naman. Kilala mo kaya yung blogger na ito. Heto sabi niya: “…The really amazing ones madalas nasa bahay lang on Saturday nights…” (nakaka-inspire ang paragraph niya about this hehe) =p
Hahaha. Ahhh, siya. :) Matext nga yun, nakakamiss na ang kanyang in-your-face and honest entries.