Her Outlet

Need a person to speak to? or just want to explore some other people's life? you have come to the right place.

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I'm starting to get tired of being brave for myself

Anne-oymous

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Her First Love

To xxx

Thank you for being the stranger who taught me to not judge a person unless you have met them, because you showed me that in every person, there is a unique characteristic that we do not see, but would love to feel.

Thank you for being the friend who taught me how true friends like you points out the good and bad qualities of a person like me because without you I wouldn’t have blossomed into my present self.

Thank you for being the boy whom I admire the most because I never thought that I can give way in order for you to stay happy with whom you still love.

Thank you for being the guy that keeps on creeping back into my heart, because you kept me awake until 2 am thinking about what-ifs.

Thank you for being the man who broke my heart, because you made me stronger and more resilient.

Thank you for being my muse, because you filled my paper so that I can empty my heart.

Thank you for being my first love, because of you, I learn how to love. 

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I want to give you everything, but all I have is nothing.

Anne_onymous

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The visible vein tempts me to put it to end.

Anne_onymous 

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Her Dark Escapade

11/12/17

Have you guys ever felt so lost that you don’t know what to feel? that you don’t know how to react? Last night, as I was dealing with family issues, I suddenly felt lost. I felt like the rope in a tug-of-war, not knowing which side to take, what emotion to give. Being the eldest child, I refused to show weakness. I “need” to be strong for my siblings and show them that they can still lean on me whenever they can’t hold themselves. But yesterday was a nightmare, I tried holding it all down not even shedding a tear nor showing my emotions through my eyes. Then, as I turned my back the water gates opened, I didn’t get to put on my mask on time, nor I didn’t get to bite my lips to stop it from quivering. I didn’t know what to do so I locked myself in a cabinet and cried. It felt right and wrong at the same time because it became my sanctuary. Covered in darkness, my cries were silent and no one will judge me for my weakness. My mom can’t say “toughen up” or the possibility that my dad might get sad cause I’m crying, or my sister losing hope cause I already did, or my brothers seeing their only anchor give up. Darkness was weird for me, It made me feel calm and free, yet It felt right to be there. And maybe because for the first time I get to be myself. No eyes can see me, No ears to hear my cries, no mouth to dictate what I do. I know life isn’t gonna be easy, but sometimes when everything around you doesn’t make sense anymore, you just have to take a break and breathe. Let yourself be free, and maybe you will find your own escapade.

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Her Beginning

11.05.17

Hi, I’m not really a blogger or some sort. Growing up, I really didn’t excel in English since it's not my mother tongue hence I don’t enjoy writing. And not just because of the fact that I suck in speaking in English but because of the technicalities that it requires to make a good essay - I know, I was cursed with a bit of being a perfectionist since we all that the all language needs a right structure to make sense. Yet here I am writing away my sorrows and sharing it with a stranger. Ironic, right? As much as I want to write like R.L Stine or J.K Rowling, and inspire you with connotations and decorative language, I can’t do it and it will probably not happen anytime. Now, You may ask “why are you here?” well since I am a 100% introvert, I don’t appreciate the art of conversing face to face. It frustrates and exhausts me more than making essays, so I decided to write for me to release my sentiments, and somehow feel like someone’s gonna listen to me without anyone judging. Welcome to my world, welcome to My Outlet