Binge eating seemed to be my daily ritual now. Perhaps this is the way I deal with stress.
I must learn to be a gracious person. Not someone that's narrow minded and unforgiving. I'm not exactly such a bad person but recent events just made me feel like a jealous little bitch. So I'm going to keep telling myself to keep my cool and accept things the way it is. That's the why they act, so I should be magnanimous. Nobody fancies a whinny green monster right?
I'm still very much clueless about what I want to do with my life. And I'm starting to let the dream of traveling around the world go because it just seems out of the question. I used to have the burning passion for geography and the environment, daydreaming of all the endless opportunities. But recently, I seem to be caving to the expectations of my parents, the undeniable fact of earning enough to led a comfortable life, in other words don't be stubborn and get a job that fetches high pay. I've dreamt of going overseas, somewhere cool and picture perfect. Get a reliable camera and capture life. Have coffee in the afternoons and beer at night.But it seems that I don't have enough will and determination to pull myself through. I start to think that perhaps it would be best to study journalism so that I could travel and write. Earn and travel. Decent livelihood. But this is not the way it started, was it?
At this rate in which I'm going, it wouldn't be long before I break.
