Saturday, April 27, 2013

Dear Mama,

They released the top 100 in the PhilPop songwriting contest and I wasn't included. I couldn't even make it to the top 100, Mama. Maybe I'm really a lousy composer. I guess I'm not really cut to be a songwriter, Mama. I think I need to give up that dream.

I only wanted to accomplish something to make you proud of me, Mama. And the kids too, I want them to be proud of their father.

I guess it won't happen now, Mama. Maybe it will never happen. Nothing good is happening to me lately, Mama. Frustrations after frustrations after frustrations. I'm getting tired, Mama.

I need you, Mama. I need you now.