I wish my mom would just allow me to stock a Jack in the house. Well, actually, Emperador or Gin Bulag will do. This is just so when bad days like this comes, I can just drown myself with a glass or two, then die. I mean sleep. Because it's the truth--no matter how positive and reasonable we try to be, bad days will come, and it will be so bad we don't have any choice but to accept defeat.
And, well, maybe, wake up the next morning because it is a new beginning, a brand new chance to make it up for the bad days.
(What the hell. Because I don't feel like saying that line)
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