sa lahat ng mga sinabi mo, sinungaling ka!

mga bagay na pinakita mo, sinungaling ka!

sa lahat ng pinaramdam mo, sinungaling ka!

Alam mo kung ano lang ‘yung totoo?

Nung sinabi mo na “masasaktan mo lang ako”.

Sa lahat, ‘yun lang tumugma sa lahat kung sino ka talaga.

why is it always like this...

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Dear self.

[an excerpt from my journal back 2020]

2019 was definitely a happy year so many cool things that happened that year made me very confident with myself... Holistically.

Back at the peak of 2020, it seems like it’s not the worst year that can happen.

But now Wednesday, September 18, 2020 today, I am scared of living.

it’s so hard to be positive when this virus outbreak surrounds you.

I realized that I myself am is slowly drowning from the devouring sadness this pandemic has put me into.

it’s hard to be happy when life stops giving you reasons to.

it’s hard to fake a smile when you can no longer hold a real one.

"Faking till you make it." doesn't make sense anymore.

Exerting effort is tiring when you are left unappreciated.

Moving is exhausting when everything you do is a mistake.

Feelings are boring when you no longer want to feel at all.

Living seems unworthy when you continuously crash and fall.

My poetry is all about how I feel how has this pandemic made me.