So I’ve hit the ultimate low.
Well, at least the lowest so far in The Chronicles of a Super Human. (Which is the title of my future book, by the way). I mean, I’ve met myself at my lowest emotional, mental and physical states before but they were all at separate points in my life. Never all at once.
Today marks the 37th day of being at a record low emotional, mental, physical and FINANCIAL state of being. I’ve been here for so long, that I’ve become completely numb to the depressing-ness of it all. I’m even in awe of the fact that I let myself get here…and stay here for that matter. Unstable… The ONE thing my asian parents raised me NOT to be.
My current symptoms in result of this all: I don’t wanna go out anywhere with my friends (Sorry Khaianna and Roomies and Tang), I don’t wanna drive unless there’s a smart reason for it, my appetite sucks ass, and I look forward to knocking out…being unconscious.
Almost Debbie Downer status. Yikes.
In spite of it all, I’m actually pretty fucking excited. I don’t know when or how…but the day this shit’s supposed to be over… Oh man. Yes, sounds cliche’ but there really is nofuckingwhere else to go but UP from here. (No, I haven’t seen the movie yet). And I have nothing else to lose but time, and as long as I’m awake and trying, I’m not losing.
I think I finally understand what success can be. I for sure have an almost perfect understanding of what I can be. For starters, I’m gonna be soooo super fucking human status after this… It’s so overs. Soon, I will rule my world and fly so high in my own sky, that you’ll see me in yours.
Get your twitpics ready.
