Addiction, Dreams and Responsibilities

We finally spoke two days after Christmas. It came as a suprise because I suddenly received a text from her with the message "marc?" I replied with "Awww, you forgot me already." At that moment that really hurt me since I thought "She already erased me from her phonebook this quickly?" Heh. Turns out I was wrong. Apparently, she texted me a message I didn't receive. Well, she told me what the message contained. She asked me if I was angry. Woohoo. I was already semi-prepared for that. I said what I really wanted to say, that I was not angry but depressed. I also asked her what she was afraid of. She told me she was afraid of hurting other people's feelings and she was afraid that people might get angry at her. Basic insecurities of people. Hehe. Well, I appreciate her honesty. I think I already got out of the slump caused by "that" but now I've gained a lot of weight and is addicted to RF Online. Beer and Computer Games are the ultimates of being a couch potato. Haha. I love this life.

Classes begin in 3 days but I have to adjust tomorrow because I failed Comath2.. Fricking Subject. I'm irregular. I don't want to go school yet. I just wanna stay home and play. Oh yeah, RF online is the reason why I haven't been able to blog these past few days.

Recently, I've been dreaming a lot about a certain person. I dunno why though. But in those dreams we were passionately romancing. Talk about wet dreams. It's odd. I don't know why I dream about her. Is my subconscious trying to break out and tell me who I like now? Ahh, screw that. It's too weird to think of.

Moving on, my mom wants me to shift to nursing. Business Management -> Nursing.
She tells me that if I don't I'd probably regret it when I grow older. Then I threatened her that I'd rather shift to Psychology than Nursing. She blurted out "Okay." I was surprised. Then she followed up saying " Just add one more year and you'd be a nurse." So that's why. Will I be a nurse or Will I be the entrepreneur that will determine the future of our country? The pressure on today's youth is so immense no wonder some kids kill themselves.

Not all fairy tales have a happy ending..