February 2, 2016
My mother has begun asking me why I'm single, and my prepared answer for that is: "That's life." She laughs but I know she worries. Same way that Kuya worries I might not have anyone to grow old with. And me, well, yeah, I can go on stuttering and trying to come up with a response to that but I have to admit I don't know anything. Someone told me to put myself out there and actively look for a person. And I'm just, eh, what for? I like this and I don't like this. Point is, it's fine now.