Enthralling Stories

Welcome to my world. Posting every page I've written on my Life Book.

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Elements

The trees asked for my greens,

and I gave it to them.

The ocean asked for my shells,

and I gave it to him. 

The fire asked for my flesh,

and I gave it to him.

The earth asked for my soul,

and I gave it to him.

But you.

You didn’t ask for my heart or anything else,

but I gave my all to you. 

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Midnight Under the moonlight You come to me And I was blind to see

The lies Under the sheets Over my pillows Between our bodies

With friction We could make fire But the fire was too great And you left me at stake

With such hope For every Fridays For every Saturdays Meet me in the dark just to play

My heart Beats for the first time “What are we?” You whisper, “I’m empty”

Now Your midnights The moonlight Aren’t ours now

The truth The sheets My pillows Where your scent still lingers

On my lips On my neck On every part You traced

When you left You left me with Everything To remember

How I almost had you.

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I feel like I have a lot of love to give. I want to give all the love I got because I don’t want people to feel how it’s like to have no one. I want them to feel the love I’ve been craving; the completeness I have never felt.

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sorry if i haven’t texted you in a while. i haven’t felt sad. 

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have you ever asked someone for advice on a situation you’re in but still end up doing what you want? 

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I feel like I could be sad forever and be okay with it because I’m already used to being sad all the time 

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Anxiety is a bitch. Of course it is. What else would it be?  Imagine to go on a day feeling sorry for yourself for no apparent reason. You couldn’t talk to anyone because they might say something that would cause you a mental breakdown. Words that you have once pushed farther away from you are coming at you with pitchforks and knives. They play around your head, getting satisfied with every tear you pour.  You couldn’t disclose anything to anyone because you think you’re strong, when you really aren’t. You don’t want anyone to see through the weak in you, which you really are.  You couldn’t be satisfied with your own work because you keep on comparing yours to others. The worst case is you can’t have people to cheer you up because you want them to agree how awful your work is. You think people who give you compliments are just being polite. You think they are only doing it out of pity. They think compliments are comforting but it’s not. The only thing you believe is the negativity in your head. It plants words that hurt and you let it.

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!!! MENTAL HEALTH !!!

If you’re from the Philippines and in need of professional help, UST Psychotrauma Clinic provides free services for people who suffer from depression, anxiety and/or trauma. 

I attempted to end my life thrice, and I knew I needed help ASAP. When I saw the article regarding their free service in a magazine, I emailed them right away. Now, I’ll be starting my counseling next week. 

I know it’s not easy to talk to someone, trust me. I might not know what you’re going through at the moment, but trust me when I say I could totally understand pain. You can also hit me up– message me if you have something or anything, really, to rant or share. I can be a pretty good listener. ((here’s my email just in case ([email protected]) ))

Take your time to consider this. You don’t have to go through this alone. I love you. You can do it. 

Contact Details

Website: http://ustpsychotrauma.org/

Phone:  [phone] local 4012  

Email:  [email protected]  

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Falling for your best friend is worse than falling for the wrong one. I know that it should be the other way around, but it isn’t. You can’t fall for your best friend because he’s your best friend. And what makes the things worse is that you know deep down that someday you would have to choose between friendship and feelings.

R.M.

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Me and him. Him and I.

It sounds sweet but feels treacherous at the same time. It feels right but wrong. It seems nice but alarming. Whatever I’m feeling towards him is still elusive, which, I think, is better that way. I don’t want to know how I really feel because I already feel stupid and I don’t want to feel worse.

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When I met you, I thought you were perfect. When I got to know you better, I realized you are flawed. But I still loved you.

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You can't just come into my life and make me get used to you being by my side all the time, then suddenly shut me out. You don't do that, especially to people who have learnt to love you.

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Thoughts

i’m actually quite good with directions. whenever i’m somewhere i’ve never been before, my eyes would always wander around; letting myself get familiar with the place, interior, and whatnot. but there was this day. we were on our way home, and the route we were taking was new to me. i didn’t know where our stop is or where we actually were, even. i should have been looking around, familiarizing the unfamiliar. but all i did was look at you. instead of looking outside the bus’s window, i was looking at you. instead of looking for possible landmarks, i was looking at you. 

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Medianeras (2011) by Gustavo Taretto || 7.5/10

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Maybe it would be so much easier if you didn't say hello. If you didn't ask me to hang with you. If you didn't hold my hand when we walked at the park. If you didn't tell me you like me. If you didn't call me that night. If you didn't come to my house in the middle of the night just because you wanted to see me. If you didn't list down the things you said you wanted to do with me. If you didn't say you couldn't see your future without me. If you didn't kiss me. Maybe it would be easier for me to let you go. Maybe.