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I would rather feel the sweat forming between my chest and behind my neck, than need to touch my hands to my face.

I have to remind myself it’s not linear.

I’m scared to meet Edrenz here in Manila. What if i break loose and fall apart?

I break a little just thinking about it.

I can’t seem to grasp the seeping sadness from me.

I send pictures to the two friends that know the inner workings of my mind and heart.

I feel bad for feeling this way. My headaches follow my heartaches. I am frustrated and defeated.

I just want to get over this part of my life now.

But I know, now is definitely the time to take care the most.

When I’m so soft, and vulnerable. Sore and pliable.

I have just cried my longest cry in a while. Here where nothing is familiar. The green of the curtain at least, is a color I know from home.