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i like solitude.. i've always appreciated my time alone, but i sometimes take it to an unlikely level.. im 2 days home alone. my mom went to pampanga and i chose not to go with her, my brother is at work and i dont think he'll be coming home for christmas eve. My mom will be back on the 25th before the morning breaks.. my cousins invited me to their place to spend the next two days with them, but again i turned them down.. my bestfriend jb even invited me too batangas para dun mag noche buena, pero weird un kasi family reuniion nila un, i would look like his gf, haha..weird tlaga..
it became a part of me.. i was figuratively alone for the first 11 years of my life and after thmy 11th year it became both figuratively and physically most of the time. i dont hate it, i actually like it.. i look for it.. i always wanted my time alone, doing nothing, just staring at thin air, watching dvds, listening to music or walking around.. it actually feels rejuvenating, i feel like im ready for a new week or for school.. its not sad for me, and that is why its weird..
my mom promised that will have fun on the 25th while continuously asking me why the heck do i want to stay at home, she cant believe that i dont really mind. this is my time.. :)