The Diary of a Young Man

It is hell. Everyday of summer is hell like. Hell like is heat loving, pain producing and irritation stimulating event. I already had numerous chances of sweaty minutes. I had rashes on my left elbow and it is pruritic. Laughing is no significant healer for this unfortunate natural circumstance. I had to endure 2 months of scorching heat. I must endure before its too late. My head hurts, skin itchy and old looking. I believe these are harsh effects of tremendous heat. Cold drinks, good fans and limited body activity served as a diversion for my physical symptoms. It was not enough since I am a hyperhidrosis patient. Right now, I have sweat covered my forehead. It was just 20 minutes since I’d finished bathing. Dissapointed, a word I immediately thought. I felt it the most as I looked at my face in the mirror.

I started to be perfectionist. It is brought in the way I think and act. I have to be this way for me to achieve what I want. Not everything cannot be achieved this way but trying is no sin if you have nothing intentional harm to do. I love my self but I feel I lack appreciation for every good happened in my life. To me it is not enough. To me it is just a safety net. I had been feeling this way and I wish no harm unintentional to be made. I don’t like enemies. I want things to be peaceful and the way I want and need to be. I have nothing to apologize if I did something for me is right.

Heat!!!! Chaotic Philippine climate. I hate this!!! I observed that 7pm to 6am is the most ideal temperature range but I cannot stay awake at that duration. Classes are getting near. April 13 would be the official start of our summer class. I need to adjust or I will suffer great in the negative effects of heat, insomnia and anxiety. Life should be well planned before you realized mistakes that would totally ruin your future.

House is still dusty, inconvenient and almost ecent fo living. I need to enure for my good and others around me. This will be the last day before the construction workers have their holiday. I wish they will come back next week   to finish the job they started. I find them good.