Selenophile

Life has been well. I’m still alive, thank God. The pandemic is still fucking everyone’s lives. A lot have lost opportunities of having a better life. I finished college, thankfully. Working as a technical support representative for months, and I don’t know until when. A lot happened this year. I disposed the trash i used to right about. Found a man and we’ve been dating for 5 months. Everything’s fine. I’m happy and contented with what we have right now. We both have a career to focus on. I just hope that everything will be as good as what we have right now. 

It has been a long time since I opened my Tumblr. Seeing the posts I did for the past years made me laugh. I was so dramatic and funny. Writing for men-trash. Good things I was done with them. Congrats self, you disposed a trash, well done. I hope you learned your lessons well.

I hope you will find someone who will constantly give time for you. I hope you will find someone who will consistently love you, no matter how hard the situation is. I hope you will find someone who will make you feel that you are more than enough and you are amazing.

You deserve to someone's everything.

I want to cry my heart out.

You were choked  by my greediness, my greediness of wanting you, loving you and holding unto you. Did I ask too much? Are they too much to ask? If the only thing i have wanted was your love, attention, and time. 

Sad people often write, not for empathy  nor sympathy but to let out every pain all of you, refused to see.

You will know how i feel in every lines.

You are still my muse, but why is it that everything i write makes everyone sad?

i needed a savior, you were there, but you did not even try to save me.

would rather be fucked by someone than fucked by life, life fucks harder and painful baby girl.