It must have been the weather – hot and humid after a chilly week – that sent the level of my happy hormones down. Or maybe it was the post-Valentine’s Day fight I had with him over a silly subject (i.e., picture-taking with Rivermaya’s front man Rico Blanco). Perhaps it’s the depressing book I’m presently reading, an anthology of short stories about marriage. I don’t know... It’s like waking up from a bad dream of which nothing remains but the feeling of wretchedness.
Gosh, this is so teeny-bopper. Di na bagay sa akin.