9 Months and 25 Days: A Premise

    Yeah. It takes too long for me to move on.

    Hello guys. I'm here after a pause again. I became busy on my studies obviously. Today, I will tell you a story from a year ago and why it took me too long to recover. This spans from the night of May 28, 2021 to 6;00 pm Philippine Standard Time of February 23, 2022. Hope y'all enjoy. Without further ado, let's do this.

    Well I'll be honest with you,, there is a blog about this that was released a year ago in this website named Grad Pic. It's not on the Facebook page because I just started uploading my blogs just this year. About the title, the reason why we talked is about me talking to her about the Graduation Picture event, which didn't happen because our principal doesn't want our parents to spend a penny for the pictures (even if my mom and dad really wanted me to have one). Then, I said that I need to talk to her and she said yes. And then, I'm too afraid that the inevitable will happen and it did. After that, we didn't talk until the February 11 this year. She said she is always busy and I will not gonna judge that. She has much more important things to stress out. About me...

    I was too upset about it. What do you expect. I did the worst thing that she didn't like, to have a grudge. She looks disappointed when I said that before and it happened. It's like a famous mantra, "Sh*t happens". It's still disappointing the fact that it's somehow ended our friendship and it turned into awkwardness. It only did me dirty. I felt lonely in the past 9 months and 25 days. Even if there are some happy days between May 2021 to February 2022, I can't smile and I never felt happy. I always bother our friend then that friend said that I should choose to be happy rather than to be contented with her. Look, if you don't know, I find success in everything that I did. From household chores to school, I get success. Until love kicks in. Yes, I have success in love for family, friends, and for country (yeah ,it's just my first time voting so that counts there right?). But, I always fail for love in opposite gender. If you still didn't know, I could be the most chaotic person that you will ever meet, a guy that has an amazing confidence but at the same time, has some problems interacting with the opposite sex. And the worst part of this is it's back. It's hard to do some work if your motivation levels is little to none. And it's there again. A year ago, I felt this, now, I'm feeling this again. To lose to a level called love in the game called life is too hard to swallow. It's hard to move on from it, especially the fact that the reason why you moved on will be gone for good. But there is still chance. My moon said she will gonna come back. And I will wait for it.

    I really dedicate this blog to her. She didn't know this story. I don't know if she still read my blogs either. I don't see her randomly reacting to my post anymore. I miss her presence. I miss hearing her voice. Her chats. Everything about her. I wish she will gonna read this. We have plans to go to her city because we will gonna visit my mom's sister (and his lovely son) and I think they will also come to the airport for the arrival of my cousin from Bacolod City that will study in Far Eastern University in Manila. I wish I can see you in the mall that has a white R on the red background. It's near from the place that we visit and I want you to meet my mom and my sister (my dad will gonna go with us unless we have an extra money and our own vehicle). I hope I will see you. Just contact me for the details. If this didn't work, I will ask a friend of mine that is in the First Year Council for help.

    Whooo. This take two weeks to make. I hope you will gonna enjoy and love this blog.  Godbless you and your family. Peace. Love. See you on the next blog. Adios.

Your Sunshine,

Bry