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The Day When You Stopped Giving 2 Flying F’s to People

If you are keeping up with my posts, the latest article I’ve posted (hopefully) gave you an idea that I have lost a very dear childhood friend. He was there when I needed someone to lean on; he was my partner in crime. I could still remember the long late night drives, stealing candy bars at my mom’s, phone call pranks…and that warm hug when I’m sad. It shattered me to pieces and to top it off, I have been dealing few issues. It’s true what they usually say, “When it rains, it pours.” Yes, problems have been pouring left and right.

With all the advises and how to’s I’m sharing, I honestly can say, I’m lost; I don’t know where or how to start picking up the pieces. I guess, this is one of those days where you are on the verge of giving up. Then, few people you care, instead of understanding you, they add up to what you’re going through. Like, dude, could you please be considerate? I mean, stop the BS for once. BUT NOOOO… they will keep on pushing and pushing it till you reach the point that you don’t give a flying f*** and an apple pie. Yes, I’m on that phase and I do hope, I’ll get through it. I know I’m strong, but how? when? where? and why? The endless questions you ask yourself…