Happiness is like the L word. It’s overrated.

I feel like a rabbit at this point of my life. Wanting to move, wanting to hop. My libido for life is as active as a rabbit’s libido for sex. Funny how I said it, but true. I think what I need is self-contentment- it isn’t about money and happiness anymore. Srsly.

So I guess you already know from my past entry that I quit. And no, I’m not sad about that, I’m happy. Happy ‘cause this is the moment that I will prolly look back years from now, and that there’s a high chance of seeing myself saying, “That’s the most beautifully whacked thing I ever did!”

The question- what do I exactly want in my life?

I want to learn, and if that entails learning from my mistakes, then be it. I want to learn how to cook. How to drive. To love and care consistently. I want to box, so that I wouldn’t have to feel as *literally* heavy as this. I want to learn the art of appreciation. (Haha, sounded like a course back in college). I want to study again. Fashion Styling, perhaps? I don’t know, let’s leave it all to the end of week. I want to learn how to be patient. Accept things. Learn how to express myself effectively, no misjudgment, no hating. Just pure love from people that surrounds me. I’m a simple kid, you know. By learning all these, I know for a fact, entails happiness. But above all the happiness, what I really wish for is just self-contentment- and all the monsters are gone.

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