#angge

baby kong masungit pero palangga ko masyado 🧡😘

It’s the same guy again, Charlie. I’m happy that he finally found his person.

Gusto ko ng mawala. Gusto ko na lang maglaho na parang bula. I’m sad, Charlie. And it’s not the kind of sad that you can get over with for just months. It’s eating me. I’m sad at 3PM, when I’m laughing with my friends. I’m sad at 2AM when I’m watching my favorite series. I can’t feel anything. I’m just sad all the time. I started smoking, I don’t know, two months ago? Nobody knows it tho. I keep it as a secret. I’m so fucking sad I think I’m going to die.

I hope you receive the love that you deserve, Charlie. I hope the same thing for me.

Sad girl,

Mama is in the hospital tonight.

I’m thinking about cutting myself.

I can’t talk to anybody.

This is sad

I just want someone to tell me that everything will be okay.

That Mama will survive.

That she will be okay.

please, tell me that it will be okay.

(notthewritethings)

So much pain,

Life is made up of the simple things.

So much love,

I always believe that life is made up of the simple things. I’m starting to write again, I wrote two poems yesterday and it made me really happy. I also watched a talent show and ate ice cream on my way home. It’s something I should be thankful for, I’m here. Alive and living my life. I hope everyone will appreciate these little things. And there’s so much beauty in the world that kept me from believing that I’m one of those. Thank you, Charlie.

Soo much love,

My fucking bones hurt, it remembers you and it fucking burns and craves for your touch.

I rejected the boy from Batangas. He brought me flowers and chocolates last night but I asked him to leave. You know, this is only me now, Charlie and I accepted the fact that I’ll be alone forever. I stopped taking pills to calm me and I think I’m getting better. I’ll be okay, Charlie. Thanks for reading this.

I wish I have more love to give,

My fucking bones hurt, it remembers you and it fucking burns and craves for your touch.

I rejected the boy from Batangas. He brought me flowers and chocolates last night but I asked him to leave. You know, this is only me now, Charlie and I accepted the fact that I’ll be alone forever. I stopped taking pills to calm me and I think I’m getting better. I’ll be okay, Charlie. Thanks for reading this.

I wish I have more love to give,