Fuck my life.

2013 would end in a couple of months and so far I haven't written a single story. Oh, well, I had written a story but wasn't able to finish it. I haven’t started writing Micky’s own love story like I’m supposed to do. I had said this for many times in my previous posts but fuck my life! I hadn’t done anything to solve my fucking problem. I don't know what has gotten into me aside from my laziness that I haven't accomplished the things that I promised to do this year. So sad it makes me want to cry. It’s really frustrating, you know? I really wish I could start next week. I really want and need the money. Hello?!! My bank account’s crying already. And I need to save up. I want to go out of the country next year.

I really Hope that before I get back to work again, I have at least started writing something… it’s okay if it’s not Micky’s. All I want is to get myself back to writing and finish it, then submit it before this year ends. Well, hopefully.

Anyway on a different note, I'm quite glad that my wound is healing quicker than I expected. I can now move around but still limping a bit. I truly hope I am all well before my sixty days leave ends.