After having the interview, I realized that I was only holding back. I used to take risks but it just simply faded away from my system. Should I stick to being where I can do best or go to something more big, something that will give me more opportunities? I thought about it all night and I came to realize that I wanted to take risks again.

That’s how opportunities work, I guess. They take you in and make you realize that you should aim for a bigger opportunity. I don’t how it works on other people but it is like that towards me. If I qualify for the final interview, I might have to say a little of my opinion to them. Hopefully, they’ll hear me out. :]

The initial interview was a total douche-killer. I don’t even know why they had the heads do the panel interview for an initial interview. I still can’t get over the fact that it went well even though I still have doubts about some useless response I made. And I can’t possibly underestimate the other guys who applied for the same job. I have to win the second interview.

But first, I need the magic confirmation for the second interview. So help me God!

I’ve had days where I just go ballistic over my impulsiveness and send the wrong text messages to my dad. Maybe I’m angry at him that much to misunderstand his true intentions but that doesn’t mean I stopped caring about him. He’s my dad no matter what. After exchanging bad messages with him, I told mom what I sent him and she told me that no matter how disappointing my dad is, I should see the bigger picture and see him doing his best. Not because he’s human but because he’s a striving dad and we should be sorry for letting him do what he’s doing right now.

I’m being punished again. I feel like I should apologize and that I will do when he arrives. I can’t seem to put my head to rest. I’m sorry, dad.

Having the time of my life sleeping late, oversleeping and waking up feeling hungover though I’m really not. I even took a shower and the water felt dry and it’s awkward because my taste buds are dysfunctional and coffee tasted like dirt. Sighs.

He is A Drunkard Chronicles.

Yet another chapter opened itself. Hours of nonstop talking. Talked at my dad while he was drunk; being his usual “I don’t care about anything” self. I don’t wanna talk about my mom in this post, I just can’t take it putting them to words. My dad’s such an ass it makes me want to hack his throat ‘til he  begs to his last breath.

That’s what you get for disappointing mom, for disappointing everybody in this family. I bet he’s just gonna repent tomorrow morning and torture himself in his room. A big. SIGH.