A little bit of distance. Maybe that’s what I need. To forgive those that hurt me, intentionally or not, to let go of those I care for since time is not in our favor this once, to relive myself of lingering agony and pain. To understand why my tears flow, even at four in the … Continue reading Distant.
Hey there. Now considering you’re reading this, you’re either of the following three people: 1) A random stranger on WordPress (2) A close friend who makes it a habit to read my blog (3) A hater who has nothing better to do with their life. But dear hater, this letter is wholly and solely dedicated … Continue reading A letter to all my haters!
(1) The way your cheeks flush and you’re drenched in sweat when you’re out in the field. It is then and no other time, that my eyes refuse to wander to anything else. (2) Playing with your hair, is a privilege that I wish was reserved only for me, for as long as I can … Continue reading Ten things I wish I could tell you…
Hey, So you’re my best friend. That’s right. I care for you beyond my own comprehension, but you’re my best friend. And “one must not fall for their best friends”, so what is it exactly that you’re doing to me? Or that I’m doing to myself. I’m not one to fall for people this easy, … Continue reading Dear best friend,
So I mustered all my courage and pulled out the bottle of perfume I hadn’t touched since the day we last met. *Deep breathe* It’s time. It was untouched, the dark red color of the bottle shone as bright as before, unlike my face that was scared and nervous of all these memories I was … Continue reading Due for a day too many.
I’ve been told enough times to know that I’m different. The past few years have been nothing but a struggle to embrace that huge mental gap between me and the society that I’m so conveniently judged by. To do something that isn’t right, to be rebellious and to have the balls to take a risk, … Continue reading I’m sorry, I give up.
I know, I’ve been very inconsistent with my posts and I’m really sorry about that, it’s just that writing isn’t coming as naturally as it used to. I feel purposeless and I’m set out to find out why. It’s not like there’s nothing to do, everyday has become a boring cycle of school, sleep, homework … Continue reading Taking a risk…