Mistaken actions of my youth

To the 17 year old Marbeluz Ann, No matter how lost you might get, you will never expand and develop your existence and the knowledge you once craved if you will, without ceasing, run on to people who you believe will define your happiness, will complete you as a person. Your dreams do not lie …

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To Janessa, the love of my life, I felt the urge to write about this, because: 1. I got you frustrated again 2. I made you cry 3. I made you sad 4. I made you feel like I'm questioning your love for me for the nth time 5. I'm such an ass Being in …

Happy 1st

I can't put it into words how my heart raised the moment the clock stroke at 4:00. It's 12 MN in UAE by that time, and I woke up before she even called me. I smiled like an idiot seeing her caller ID pop up on my phone screen, and I answered with glee, and …

World spins madly on

I fixed my eyes on my sister and our dog peacefully sleeping. Despite their tranquility, it only took me five seconds to feel my anxiety fret over my whole being, and I'm back again. I'm back at worrying about the uncertainty of our future, agonizing over my family's never ending catastrophes, frustrating for trying to look for ways to earn more money for my sister, and the list goes on and on. I tried to pause and calm myself down. I tried to let a sigh to ease my tension a bit, but there's no much time for convincing my mind to be still again.

Conversation

Friend: you are right and wrong at the same time. lol. first. yes. you are correct. not everyone will understand. and yes. we are all responsible for all our action. dun magiging mali yung mga susunod na statement mo. YOU ARE NOT YOUR DISORDER. Yes. your mind can get undesirably undesirable sometimes pero that does …

I’ll still wait

It’s always been the way how it was lately; me meeting friends from time to time, but still ending up on a coffee shop alone with my headphones, book, and my love through the screens. Sometimes when she has work, I’ll be alone and try to kill the time. It’s these times when a mixture …

Just a teeny, tiny bit

My mind is a mess - and that is already given. I want to write, but words doesn’t slip out of my head that easy. Ironic, considering I shove beyond considerable amount of crap in it and can’t even spill even just a teeny, tiny bit.

Feeling good

I used to believe that my life is a series of dead ends. But amidst the war inside my head, it amazes me how someone so powerful would remind me that every morning is a new beginning, and another chance to try again. And with all my broken pieces, I’ll watch it begin again.