Stories in the Well

I am a big loser lately. I say this because I have been having light fever + cold at least one day in a week for the better half of August and September. It is a recurring weekly habit (?!). Sometimes I  think my body is telling me something, but maybe this sickness is really self-inflicted. The funny thing though is my job doesn't even subject me to do heavy lifting or physical activities. Err anyway, I wish I didn't have to say this but I think I need to jump rope at least a good 15 minutes everyday. It's hard to be too complacent especially when you are the type to deny weight gain and such. I don't want to wake up one day and realize I am a cow!

I am on a semi-hiatus because I want to rid myself of unnecessary things attributing to emotional limbo hehe. I remember my professor wrote an online journal about hating the world. There was once a time where his anger turned into hate and wallowed in that state of feeling for about the year. He hates the world so much he wanted to fuck the world with hate (his words, not mine). After a year or so, and as if light was shed upon him, he began warming up to the world again. I suppose it is valid to hate the world in order for one to truly appreciate it in its full glory.

I am left to believe that we are all dogs feeding on our own vomit.

It is a sad story life is sometimes.