
I have nothing to write.
I’m drafting an entry on politics but got tired and disappointed with the things that I wrote.
I have nothing to wear.
Some of my favourite clothes was left at home and somewhere else. The ones left here in the bukid is still in the hamper. Too tired to do the laundry.
I have nothing nice to say.
I like Ara Mina but her plan on entering politics is depressing. Have you seen her interview with Mo Twister? Click here. You’ll die.
I have nothing to spend.
I paid bills and bought personal stuff. Next payday is on Monday, that means I have to wait 7 more days to ‘unbroke’ myself.
I have nothing to feel.
I’m taking medications that make me feel physically numb for a period of time. It’s prescribed though, don’t worry.
I have nothing to see.
I bought a few dvd's on sale weeks ago but I still haven't seen them all. Too tired to open the plastic bag.
I have nothing to eat.
I’m trying to lose weight and starving myself has always been effective. Coffee is my best friend.
I have nothing to celebrate.
People around are getting excited with their future plans and what’s happening with their lives. Good for them.
I have nothing to love.
Valentine is on Sunday. I have no one to share it with.
I have nothing.




































