Call of the wild

The druidess, through the power of the cairn, was bestowed with dark powers and has become a witch. Her wooden staff was granted with powers to protect her people. She chosen a few to be her warriors and through her blessing they have become warriors of the dark of night. They were called berserkers. These warriors were known for their frenetic violence, unrestrained enthusiasm, thirst for bloodshed, reckless savagery and insane fury. Feared by the ancients, they made their own history and this is their story...

Did you like that? I made that up just now. I though it would be a good opening for my entry. I'm feeling pretty murderous today. Demoniac? Not really. At the edge of never break down? Almost. I've probably released a hell lot of emergency hormones today, I hated the world. It begun yesterday after school. I rode the back of the tricycles driver's seat, right next to an old man. He was positioned in a way that his elbows were touching my waist. I tried to move a bit away to somehow let him know that I'm not liking what was happening but the dirty old man was too stupid not to move even a bit. I moved away, putting my weight on my side of the seat. I suddenly felt the trike slowing down. There were noises and I was sure i made it. I wanted it to turn over and I'm somehow suceeding. The driver kept looking at me through the mirror 'cause he probably knew something was wrong. The wretched old man seemed to have enjoyed how he was. I went down very mad. Then later, at night I was already hitting my head (literally) with my hands like I'm some kind of mentally disranged creature because I was looking for something I kept before, which I needed the next day, that I can't find. I wanted to find other things to hit to release tension but I thought I might end up destroying it so I did it to myself instead. I needed that stuff badly for the drawing contest I'm going to join. I kept it all in a box that I placed in the house's "stock room" but I went in to search for it and retrieve what I needed, the box was nowhere to be found. They kept the stuff somewhere and, hell!, I don't know where. When I finally calmed down, I found some others stuff I can use to get ideas but things could've been better if I found what I was looking for. Then this morning, I woke up early, like 530am for the contest and went to school before 8am. I thought I ultimate sacrifice of waking up that early when my class is still at 2pm. I waited at the venue where they said they're holding it. I waited for 1 and a half hour but saw no sign of the officers-in-charge of the event. I was pissed. I went home to sleep for the remaining hours. Then going back to school before my next class, there was this jeepney "driver from hell". He can be a qualified drag racer. I don't really understand and it's scaring me that there's always one day in a week that I get to ride a drag racer-driven jeeps. I kinda afraid of speed because I had near-accidents before which involved speeding vehicles. Hey, I don't wanna die with a crushed body. Man, that'd be ugly. Then when I came home, and even in school, the people (most but not all, since Monday)are pissing me off. It'd be a waste of time to tell exactly what I'm talking about, none of your business so... Fuck Off!!! Still, there's a reason to smile. I have finally fixed the look and feel of my blog, after 3 hours of hardwork. I think it's better than anything I've done better but it isn't my best yet. Amateur not newbie is the world. I finding out things I wanted to know and my hopes are soaring high. I'm on the right track. Yes! I'm so proud of myself.

His eyes are telling me, "Don'y worry. I will be here..."