A Sad Story

Originally, the plan was to write a story of my life as a way of embracing this day wherein another year is added to my year’s existence. But I decided to continue writing my school assignment instead of writing a story of my life so in this case I would have to lessen the burden of school task and eventually this event may yet be another story to include in my life’s greatest achievements.(?)

Anyways, there’s really nothing much going on with life ever since the day I began to realize that I have a space in this world. I can tell you the story on how I learned to write my three given names, middle name and surname but then again, it will just cause boredom to this blog, which is already serving its purpose.

I have to go back writing my paper which is already causing mental stress and confusion…Twenty plus, plus, plus, (and going, and going) and I haven’t felt a bit of fulfillment. But fulfillment and/or achievements don’t necessarily reflect happiness, does it?

Misery is a company. Happy birthday to me.