Well, since the first time we hung out normally, we've been spending more and more time together within and even outside of campus. I'm sensing a good friendship brewing here. I guess sometimes, first impressions don't always last.
Anyways, it's dinner time and I'm starving! Dad's home for a change, well ain't that a surprise? Actually, it might be more like ill omen. The house seems livelier when dad's home, but only because there's always a lot of noise from the fighting between him and mom. It hasn't been that long since he stopped coming home as often. At this point, I can't even tell if my parents are separated or not. I just got used to not feeling his presence at home as often.
As I was setting up for dinner, the lively house party has started. Speak of the unforeseen, my parents have started their routine bickering. I can't even begin to imagine what they're fighting about. It seems to me like they fight every chance they get every time they see each other. Man, this really is what my family has come to. Or perhaps it's how it has always been.
"Son, get down and eat dinner!" I heard my dad shouting from the dining hall downstairs.
"I'll be right there!" To be honest, I have a peculiar relationship with my dad. He seems to be a vicious monster to my mom, but oddly enough, I've received nothing but love and support from him. Still, I don't know exactly how to feel about him.
ROSE POV:
I'm sitting around the Manila Bay, staring at the people walking around, having a great time. This has turned into another routine for me. I got used to watching other people's happiness and imagining myself in their shoes. Am I depressed? Possibly. I can't really remember the last time I genuinely smiled. Oh, nevermind. I did smile recently, although it was a very conflicted smile.
I always sit around any body of water that isn't exactly tame. I prefer being around waves. Their sounds give me solace and they calm me down more than any antidepressant or other calming pills. Something about watching and hearing the push and pull motion that water does keeps me sane.
"I wish the world would end tomorrow." This wish has kept me waking up everyday just to witness the actualization of my world crumbling. People always love to throw those words around. "I hate my life." "I'd rather die than..." "My life is a living hell." All these people, myself included, are not hateful. We're just people who have experienced the worst. By "worst", I don't mean only experiencing terrible things without an ounce of happiness. It's moreso the feeling of being desperate for joy, feeling it within the grasp of your fingertips, and it slips away. This is the most painful torture for me.
That's exactly what happened. I, who did not know of happiness, started to feel closer to getting that feeling, and then, *PSSSHHHHH* all. All that comes crumbling down with one happenstance.