Habang pauwi ako kagabi, merong isang lalaki sa gilid ng daan na may kausap sa phone.
Guy: Ano ka ba, hindi naman ako kagaya ng ibang lalaki diyan.
Me: Bakit may buntot ka ba para maging iba sakanila? Tsss..
Sabay binilisan ko ang lakad baka kasi sundan ako. Haha! ✌️
This is your fault
That I’m awake at 2am
Poisoned by thoughts of you
Running deep in my veins
Blurring my vision
Making me stumble
I thought it was the alcohol
But darling, it’s you.
It’s always been you.
It’s hard to let go of someone you were never prepared to lose.
Im looking for a quiet and peaceful place to think. Gusto ko yung wala masyadong tao at nakakabingi ang katahimikan. Wala akong ibang naisip kundi sa sementeryo. This is the right place. See you soon.
Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.
It’s funny how when you finally get over someone, you start seeing them in a whole new perspective. It’s like you’re looking at them through the eyes of your best friend, and you realize, he’s nothing special. He’s just another ordinary boy.
You know that feeling when you’re just waiting, waiting to get home into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day, that feeling of both relief and desperation? Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either, and you’re tired, tired of everything, tired of nothing, and you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay, but no one’s going to be there, and you know you have to be strong for yourself because no one can fix you. But you’re tired of waiting, tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else, tired of being strong, and for once, you just want it to be easy, to be simple, to be helped, to be saved, but you know you won’t be, but you’re still hoping and you’re still wishing and you’re still staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.
Ang pangit siguro ng dahilan ng pagkamatay ko. Depression.
From now on i will never let my self get attach to someone, so that i won’t feel empty when they start to ignore me and just leave me.
A moment of silence please. Hahahahaa juk
HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA tangna ang hard ni ate hahaahahahahhaha
Truth is, I’m a fucking romantic. I’m difficult but I promise - I’m not boring.
— Amy Winehouse, GQ Magazine