The Others

I just can’t believe how time goes by quickly. Two more days and it’s hello school! I don’t really wanna talk about that now but my return to reality is so imminent that I can’t help but think about it like, every two seconds. How can I do it? Go on day after day with a forced smile on my face, spending my spare time with my indifferent “friends” who love to criticize other people but fail to acknowledge their own imperfections, as if they were born without the tiniest mistake. At least I know what my flaws are. I think it’s a girl thing, criticizing other people even though we all are a far cry from perfection. It’s supposed make us feel better or something because hey, someone else has an extra ounce of fat in her belly, thank God! What sad, pathetic creatures we can be.

For the record, my period is due any day now.

I went to see The Others with Kriya this afternoon. I was supposed to meet up with Maricris and Glaiza as well. Maricris texted and said they’d be at Glorietta too, which surprised me because we hardly do things together anymore. But at the last minute she said they would go to Galleria instead because Kapst was coming along. Ahh, the Critic Club. They used to be my friends. I used to hang out with them, pig out on junk food and criticize people (actually I still do, criticize people I mean). And then for some reason they stopped talking to me. They’re probably spreading shit about me behind my back; either the things they don’t like about me or the stuff about myself that I confided to them during the peak of our “friendship”. Fuckers. You know what really scares me is that I’ll never meet any “true friends” in my lifetime. That it’ll always be like this, me whining about what assholes the people I know are.

The movie was good; fortunately I didn’t embarass myself by screaming like I usually do during scary movies. The music was cool and ending was totally unexpected, but I felt like the story lacked something more. I ate a little and went home shortly after that because my dad needed to use the car. I didn’t mind much. There was nothing much to do at the mall anyway and we didn’t run into anyone we knew.

Well I think I’ll just go read a book or something, and spend another antisocial weekend by myself.