I’ve been idling people for months now. I didn’t know how to celebrate happiness or even to endure sadness. I felt like floating, like a ghost with recurring feelings whenever I hear certain songs. Sometimes I’d be cold and hard as a rock under the moon at three in the morning. Sometimes I even forced … More How to Attend a Wedding When You’re *~heartbroken~*?: A Guidepost and Kwento Konti
My favorite song lately is Ask by The Smiths. It´s like what they say to LANY´s ILYSB stripped version. If there´s someone that pops up to your head while listening to this song, then you´re in deep. It was so mainstream and it deserves all the attention it´s getting. As much as I think of … More Coyness is nice
How long it’s been? What, like two months now? Well, so many things happened in two months and as much as I’d wanna keep you up, it still feels weird that I’m back at it again. My laptop gave up on me after like four years or something. I’m not giving up on mclovin’ just … More Of Stepping Out of Comfort Zones
I sometimes feel like at least twelve people made me their horcrux. I sometimes feel like there are just far too many souls inside me. I don’t even know which one is mine or if I really do have one of my own. I like so many things that it’s confusing. I do not know … More Sober Up
I hope things would go well for everyone. I feel like I wouldn’t be able to handle it if there’s something bad to happen right now. I’m too worn out. I just feel like I couldn’t tell stuff to anyone because when you started telling people, that’s when things become true. I don’t want it … More Early Exit
Call me psycho but it’s been alarmingly calm lately. Not that I want things to get shitty ha, I mean, it’s me, the fucked-up-shit magnet. I’m not complaining though, because I like things as it is. I don’t wish for too much, I can be contented with just-fine stuff. If you were to ask me, … More Summer Rain
It stings. When all the hate subsided and the only ones that’s left with you is your empty room and your empty heart, it just stings so bad. It’s a loop of unhappiness. They say that this is the worst thing ever. I kid you not, but man was it the worst. Lately I’ve been thinking a … More You are the calamansi to my Prinsepe Abante’s sugat.