Angelo's Daily Life

I'm so freaking unmotivated and my life is pretty much falling apart and people seem to think I still have it together. I don't know what to do. It started ten days ago, ten days ago I lost my phone because I left it in the tricycle I rode. I immediately chased after the tricycle and the driver and I know the tricycle driver saw me. I swear to the gods that I saw him look back and decided not to come back. Of course, this freaked me out. I have my PayPal account, my bank account, explicit pictures, and a lot of social media in there. I immediately factory reset my phone from my computer just to make sure none of those are going to be used. After it was erased, I tried calling it relentlessly and texting it non-stop and no one answered or bothered to give me my phone back. This sucks and I told to myself that I'll never ever trust strangers again. This is where my life begun to spiral down. I'm a pretty cheap person but because of the fear that my parents will ...

Today is January 7th of 2018, and my body is filled with nothing but resentment, anger, and rage. Let me tell you why. I currently have a lot of stories about to go up but none of them is long enough for my ego to consider them as stories, so I'll just conjoint all stories into one big post. First of all the stories is our Family Reunion We don't celebrate Christmas because its against our religion to celebrate Christmas. Their reasoning is its a Pagan holiday, it used to be called Saturnalia, and there's not enough evidence in the Bible to support Christ's birth in December 25. I am okay with this because my grandma's side always held an annual family reunion therefore I can be with the whole family.  During our family reunion we have a tradition where all working adults would sit in front and all unemployed kids/adults would fall in line to collect money. There would also be games where one can earn extra income. For me, being the scrooge that I am ...

"Let's sing a song for old St. John's-the school we love to us all dear." FUCK THAT I've been studying in St. John's Academy (my elementary school) for at least seven years. I was there at Kindergarten 2 until 6th grade. Every moment I've spent in St. John's Academy I never imagined myself getting out and transferring to another school. Being part of St. John's Academy, or being a St. Johnite was actually something I really treasure despite the constant bullying I receive [from my uncle], all the constant abuse, and the stress I've made along the way. I have a traumatizing childhood thanks to that school , but one of those traumatizing memories are from a girl named Rian Matoto. I actually told this story a year ago in my Filipino class and I told my classmates how I almost decided to stop studying because of a girl, hahaha, you should have looked at my classmates' face there. Anyway, like most of my stories, my stories are rea...

I've been enrolled for our school's second semester for a month now and it has been nothing but torture. I've already given you guys a taste of how my second semester is going with my  Philosophy teacher  blog post, so today I'm going to tell you the other teachers I have.  Currently, I am taking up 9 subjects including PE, I haven't met our PE and Writing&Reading teacher, and my Practical Research, Statistics, and Pananaliksik (English Translation: Research [I'm confused as well]) are good people, so that leaves me with 4 nightmare of a teacher , I've already told one which is my Philosophy teacher, so I'll just tell you guys the remaining 3; furthermore, I will also tell you guys a story that happened today. Here is my schedule this second semester and as you all can see I am having a hard time adjusting now that we have Saturday classes and our Wednesday is a free day. That already bugs me, because I've studied in that institution...

I don't think that I have an online following, but I do think there are people out there willing to read my stories-that's why I pretty much do my best to expose behavior or thinking that I think is pretty much bullshit and needs to be get rid of. This is story is very much similar to my I fought a troll on the internet  story, which means I'm here to spill tea. This started with a girl named Michaela . Here's a little history with Michaela, I've known her since 7th grade, became friends in 9th grade, I secretly hate her since March 2017 for reasons I shall not say, and she's a feminazi. This blog is about how she shared a video by ATTN saying "Women shouldn't have to change their behavior to avoid sexual assault" and her caption says "Amen". As of yesterday I was getting a little annoyed with all of the feminazis and I needed to put this woman in place, so I told her " What about men that have been sexually assaulted by ...

I've been vocal about depression in this blog of mine since I started it, I have been vocal about it in social media like Twitter, Instagram, and such, and I've tried to tell my parents about depression. Depression for me is like a burden . When you get depression, you don't just get depression , it usually comes with a lot of stuff like anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and the feeling of worthlessness. I've tried opening up to my parents about my depression since March, but instead of comforting me they told me that 'I had no reason to be depressed about' . Those words coming out of a psychology major is not something I would have foresaw, when I read about depression articles in the internet they always make sure to include that depression and being depressed is two different things, but somehow people are still not getting the message. I've been in a constant cycle of depression since I was 14. I was really young and I didn't like it. I tried gett...

For more than 7 years, my New Years' resolution has always been lose weight , lose weight, lose cellulite, lose acne, lose everything associated with my big weight. I'm not actually this big before, I only got this big because my parents started becoming well-off, and since I'm new in tasting rice, tasting chocolate, all the things you get to eat after you've been in a somewhat poor state in your life, I overindulged. I became big for my age probably in 2nd grade, my classmates were teasing me of this and that, but its only because in 1st grade my parents started hitting the jackpot and earn a huge amount of money. Here's the proof, that I'm not big in my childhood days.  Then comes the day my parents started owning businesses, my mom having a good paying job that allows her to be a working mother, my father comes having a job and maintaining the meat market with my grandfather, and the meat market having a lot of customers. My parents felt bad that...

There's not a story to tell today, but a lot of stuff is happening in my life and I need to vent it out or else I'll just cut myself again.  Today , I tried to monetized my blog and I received an email from Google saying that my blog has been deleted and it can't detect it. I don't know if this is true or not, but I contacted some of my friends asking them to see if they can still check out my blog or not-everyone of them said yes, but I posted a short story just now and I didn't seem to get a page view and I'm scared that my viewers abroad can no longer see my blog and that I'm going to lose them again [I used to have a blog named Lossng Weight and I had to delete it because of the same glitch], so yeah... Google is giving me an anxiety attack. EDIT: I just realized that my Adsense account is trying to uncover my old blog Lossng Weight, and since I deleted it they can no longer have access to it, but I didn't read the URL of the mail sent to...

I used to have a cutting addiction in March and the symptoms are starting to be present again. Let me tell you the story of what happened before. It was March and my our asshole of a teacher made us do an internship regardless of our age of 15 years old and 10th Grade status. It's the worst. But what happened next was more worse. Anyways, my teacher made us do a manual that shows what we did in our internship. We had to do reports, time checks, pictures, and printing, after all of that we had to get it bind and it had to be engraved with a certain format. The problem is, is that our teacher didn't give the format to my class Bookkeeping, and the others asked their friends from different sections for the format. I did not do that because I'm a Type A person, and I wanted it to be finished quickly, i n 2 days I finished typing all of that useless piece of crap and I had it bind without the certain format. My first page and the engraving in my cover page was so d...