This always happens to me. The moment I log on to my blogsite, I can’t think of anything to write. But before I log on to my computer, I have a million things to write about. I call this blogger’s block. I seem to be experiencing this frequently.

I am crushed. I couldn’t sleep today. I just found out that the guy I liked already has a girlfriend or he’s interested in someone else. I tossed and turned in bed. I kept thinking about how stupid I am for allowing myself to feel this way.

I knew that there was a possibility that I would end up getting hurt. I was right. I wished I listened to my intuition. Oh well. It’s too late now.

I was concerened with my irregular menstruation so I decided to go to the doctor. I waited for thirty minutes in the clinic but the doctor never came. I had to reschedule my doctor’s appointment for next week.

My lunch date had told me that she was going to be late for lunch. I decided to visit the chapel and pray. After that I visited the nearest mall.

I was not planning on buying a book. I just wanted to stroll around the mall by myself. Every now and then, I’d like to get a little Alone Time. I

I’ve been remiss on my blogging duties. I can’t exactly be blamed. We have no internet connection at home for almost a week now.

I miss blogging. I miss the idea that I can express my emotions and my thoughts through writing. Blogging is cathartic for me. It makes me feel better.

I’m going to time stamp this blog and set this on an earlier date to make up for the blank entries.

I went to my doctor last Thursday for my monthly check up. My hormones were out of control. The doctor suggested that I stop medication.

I was not happy about this little bit of news. I thought that I’d be cured. But the medicine hasn’t worked. On the contrary, I got an adverse reaction to the medicine.

I emerged from the clinic feeling a little depressed. I decided to drop by the clinic where I used to work. My former colleagues were happy to see me.

My colleagues were planning on having pizza for lunch. They invited me to join them. I waited for an hour for them to be ready. 

There were eight of us and four of us bought cars. Each car had two passengers each. We drove a few blocks to the new pizza place.

There were two faces in the group that I didn’t recognize. But even if I’ve never met them before, I instantly clicked with them. They were friendly enough and they didn’t make me feel uncomfortable.

One of us served as the leader. She ordered a little bit of everything. For our appetizers she ordered fries and nachos with salsa dip. Then she ordered two types of pasta: marinara and carbonara. For our main meal she ordered two large pizzas. Needless to say we were very full.

While eating, we laughed and chatted. One group member in particular was very funny. He was the group clown. I found myself laughing and joining in the conversation. I was so comfortable with them. In contrast, I spent that very evening with my highschool chums feeling out of place and displaced.

After the wonderful lunch with the group, we decided to buy ice cream. We headed to the nearest mall. We ordered sundaes. We were laughing and chatting while we ate our dessert.

When it was time to go, I felt a little sad. I finally found a group where I could really be myself. I’ve always felt like such an oddball in parties and reunions. But in this particular group, I felt like I belong. It truly is a first for me.

Yes! I finally cleared out my trunk. I’ve been carrying books and other junk in my car for almost three years now. I’ve finally had enough. I decided to get rid of the boxes and the other garbage. I even found a months old soup in my trunk. I think it’s been in my trunk for almost a year. I had that soup when I was still doing my soup diet. Needless to say, just like all my diets, that soup diet failed.

I found pencils, ballpens, books, post-its, sticky paper, lotions, toothbrush, colognes and other junk in my car’s trunk. I got rid of all of them. I even had a diet pill which I never used. I discovered a nice necklace which I bought in Europe last year. If I didn’t go through my junk, I would never have found it.

Somehow, ridding my car of garbage is cathartic. It’s very therapeutic for me. I remember when I cleaned my room a month ago, I started noticing a change in my mood. Then nice things started happening to me. I found a part-time job which I enjoy. And I found a new crush which on occasion, I also enjoy.

I think I’m ready for a change. I love the idea that I’m ridding my life of unnecessary things. I love the idea of having a car and a room that is less stuffy.

I’m watching ” My Big Fat Greek Wedding ” tonight. It’s another romantic film. I know I should stay away from this type of garbage. Romantic films are not good for my mental health. Because of romantic flicks and fairy tales, I’ve been brainwashed into believing that there’s a guy out there for me.

There’s no Mr. Right. Mr. Right is a myth created by stupid romantic people who believe in fairy tales.

Excuse me while I finish my movie.