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When I was in Dumaguete, a high school friend introduced me to her new  bodyguard. The face looked familiar, it was then that I found out that he was a batch lower than us. We went out just to hang out and tried to get wasted. He was taking a class for caregiving which would only take him 6 months to finish. Because I haven’t finished my studies, it made me contemplate again.

I already have a job but it seems that it’s still not enough. I want to earn more so I can help my family. But then he told me it’s not that easy because you need to find a good home health care agency that will back you up when you’re already outside. Of course, everything is a risk. But if this is my ticket outside this country, the idea doesn’t seem too far-fetched.

High school classmates texted me, saying they wanted to meet up. I was contemplating if I should join them or not. I don’t know really, I’ve become afraid of seeing them and how they would react. Not that I have anything to brag about nor do I have a lot to criticize. It’s just constitutes maybe to my low self-esteem; am I that self-conscious? I don’t even have the right to feel this way as I am the one who has gotten a decent job despite not having a college degree yet. But I don’t know, I don’t want to go back and talk about the old times; since it makes me depressed all the more, knowing that I don’t like what I’ve become. Especially since I don’t want to picture myself of saying things I never want to say, because I’ll be too drunk to care. To think about the hangover I’ll be getting the next day.

So I resulted to texting them, saying I was doing Overtime at work; and I have to pass this one up. White lie, ed.