Hope For The Future

On the night of Feb. 14, three buses exploded in EDSA. Abu Sayaff claims responsibility and tells the country that it's in response to what the goverment is doing to Sulu (I think). Also, other bombs went off in Visayas and Mindanao, almost simultaneously. Pure terrorism. The whole "we want to be our own country" bit seems like plain 'ol bullshit. It's annoying and stupid on so many levels that I'm not even going to go into it.

It hit me, though, real bad. My brother stands in that exact same area when waiting for a bus to go home. He also stands there at around the same time the bombs went off. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that my mom said that he could ride with her going home since she'll be off early. My brother's guardian angel sure did his/her job heheh. Anyway, I felt really bad. I've always stuck to my guns and held on to the fact that this country still has hope. And I'll even start it, no big deal. Y'know, living the straight and narrow, doing the little things that can help this country. But after that... I felt so deflated. Nothing seems to be improving in this country. And the people who can make a difference and who are in a position to care, don't.

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I feel low every now and then... and sometimes I feel so alone and stuff. Like, with so many people in the world, there's nobody who's, like, on my wavelength or something. I know this feeling will pass (gosh, I sure hope so!), but every time it comes, it's just damn depressing. How I can feel like, although I have friends, they're... just not... there. And yet, when "being there" is defined, I know my friends are "there". So, really, what the heck am I complaining about?

It's just that... sometimes, I feel adrift in an overpopulated world.