No Urbandub for me

Thank you, Facebook, for rubbing it in. I swear to god, I hate you so much sometimes.
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably seen my miserable Tweetitow posts. This morning, when I phoned Music Museum to inquire about tickets, they informed me that all tickets were sold out.
To soothe my obvious, crushing disappointment, my mom offered to take me grocery shopping. I would have been happier with the shopping (I’d choose TriNoma over Save More any day), but I was so down that I’d have agreed to anything at that point.

And so we shopped. I guess my sadness was so apparent in my face, because Mom didn’t stop me from grabbing any and all comfort food that I saw in the grocery store: chocolates, chips, ice cream…
Apparently, I eat my depression. Today’s food intake:
  • five slices of Greenwich’s Monster Cheese and Pepperoni Overload
  • Pizza Fries
  • half a box of Meiji Macadamia chocolates
  • about a cup of Selecta Cookies & Cream and Coffee Crumble ice cream
  • a packet of Milo

*sigh* By now, the concert is over, and my fellow Dubistas are probably ecstatic about having watched Urbandub’s very first major concert (Gabby Alipe, I love you!), while I am sitting here like a total loser. Urgh. I need to eat some more before I howl with misery.

Ela is a twentysomething who is constantly getting stuck in self-destructive behavior and bouts of low self-esteem. She struggles with depression and writes to relieve herself of her feelings. Sometimes she even blogs about other things like makeup and positivity. One of her pieces was published in the Inquirer Young Blood in October 2017. She likes cats, dogs, and sometimes even people.

Leave your thoughts here!

%d bloggers like this: