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Love is like looking through clear water that mirrors my happiness, sadness and longing. The tighter I held them in my hands It flows out escaping. I drank and filled it in my body But it soon leaves. Just like you. Love is always like the clear water that I accepted and have to let go
N
Sana oo ang sagot mo.
My hair is a little messy today But that's how it's always been Someone got their heart broken today And that too, atleast I think, was how it always been
You are not the One
You were 18 when i first met your gaze. Right then I started planting hopes that you're the one for me.
Time passed by and you became 19, 20,21 I was contented with mere glances and smiles, with short hello's and goodbye's You were my every what-ifs, my could-have-beens, maybes, and the if-onlys.
I havent seen you for months and honestly it felt like a lifetime. My feelings for you before has now became unsure. Doubts and realizations hit me.
That after all the seasons that passed by I stand bold with my hopes for you. That I was just blinded with the chase. That I was hopeless afterall.
Today you are 22, and i met you like the first time. The same emotions flooded within me  minus the extreme hope.No more 11:11s, shooting stars, wishing wells, fallen eyelashes and prayers about me and you. This time, Im going to finally accept the truth I've been trying so hard to ignore.
You are not the one for me, and I wish it's that easy to change everything like how spells work with just one flick of a wand, or how the infinity stones do with just a snap of our fingers.
You are not the one for me, yet for over a year, I was hoping you were. I was hoping you will one day realize I didn't left at all. That I was still stuck on that day we met. That my heart stayed with you even if my body was already miles away.That if there was a cloud where our memories were saved, I was there browsing nonstop.
You are not the one for me but i still dont know why you can still wake up those butterflies. Why your voice still alarms my heart, and why your eyes shone the brightest even at stolen gaze.
You are not the one for me—this might be the hardest pill to swallow yet I have no choice but to shove it inside my mouth, hoping it would spread all over my body, up to the tiniest vein, where my love for you resides.
You are not the one for me - i hope these words are sedatives to calm my heart everytime our shoulders brush.
You are not the one for me You are not the one for me You are not the one for me
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Hating someone is a lot more easier than missing someone
N
My deepest perspective on self love. The Love I could only offer to my self's satisfaction.
My deepest perspective on self love. The Love I could only offer to my self's satisfaction.
Thoughts on Self Love
In this note atleast, I want to be honest. In this note atleast, I want to express. The hopes, the joy, the sadness, the pain, the love, the fear, the sorrow, the anxiety, and all the feelings I kept deep into my soul. Am I depressed? I dont think so. Perhaps, I dont know.
These past years, I kept on denying this desire I have. I see it as a coward's desire. A weak person's escape. A stupid creature's choice. And I hate it just as how I've been longing for it. I wanted to lift the weight I've been carrying all these times, asap. I wanted to end it. I wanted to die and be at peace.
But God showed me love through my family,friends and lover. He had given me a purpose. He had given me reasons to postpone my attempts. I believe He gave me this anxiety to finish whatever I started. To finish this mission. My purpose.
I became afraid of afterlife, if I ended my story in a cliffhanger. Im afraid to carry this anxiety after my own grave. After all, I wanted to die in peace.
So I decided to carry out my purpose, to payback all my debts. To give back to my loveones. I will give my brothers and sister a better life. Be happy and bond with all the friends i kept close in this life. Forgive my mother and everyone who belittled me. Prove them wrong. And be forgiven for all the faults and lies I did.
I endure everyday by putting a facade that I am strong enough and happy enough. Smile. Laugh. Cry. Frown. Angry. Serious. Silent. Loud. I didnt know which one have been true or an act, except for Love. My love for this people became my sole purpose to keep going, the reason i kept denying to myself this strong desire. That love, made me and break me. Made me feel so warm with everyone but so cold to myself. It made me feel alone. But there are so many times, I wanted to just give up, and run away from all the mess Im in. There are so many times that I wanted to choose myself for once and do what I've been longing to. That is also why, solitude heals me. It heals my soul that desires to leave this earthly identity. Do I need help? Have I gone crazy? Am I the only one who thinks like this? I dont know. I wanted someone to know this, but I never wanted sympathy nor help.
Sometimes I think the reason why I pursue on being a doctor amidst my problematic life, is not just because of my father's promise nor because of money or because this job makes me happy. Perhaps, I wanted to add reasons for my existence? since my anxiety to finish off what I've started has grown its roots, that maybe when I finish all the priorities I labeled, just maybe the unending health problems of my future patients will be enough to keep me in this life. Just maybe, this anxiety will make me extend the denial. That maybe I would have wanted to stay and endure more of life. Maybe I will have change of hearts. Am I hoping? Again, I am not sure of these thoughts. Funny tho, that I would be saving lives of others to save my own for the sake of this love, but longs to end it for the same reason. Love.
There will be times that I will dream of finishing off everything in my life's to-do list. And when I think I have done my purpose I will resign with my work, flew in an unknown, quiet and peaceful country. Take months of pure solitude. Picturing myself alone in a cozy room, with a cat, finishing a book, sipping a coffee across the balcony on my favorite pj's. Chillin'. Completely free from all responsibilities. Regain my lost self esteem. Then give myself the end I've always wanted. This thought motivates me most of the days.
That, in my perspective is not a suicidal thought. But a dream. Maybe selfishness.
That, I think is self love.
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I waited for you to come to me, to call me, or to even text me but you didn’t. You silently walked away from me. No explanations. No goodbyes. No apologies. You left me with nothing. But I didn’t say a single word. I didn’t ask you a single question either. I didn’t stop you. I didn’t beg you to stay.
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Uninteresting post: Probably one of my worst day
Today, I woke up with everybody gone except for my two little brothers who were still asleep even though its almost 9 am. We did nothing but sweep the whole floor of the house clean. My aunt and cousin arrived noon, but im still in the middle of cooking for lunch. When everybody settled down to eat, the quiet conversation of my uncle and cousin became a loud fight. A glass has broken, a spoon fell down the table, a platter with the last slice of scrambled egg came flying, banging sounds of chair and doors, loud curses were all in front of a dinner table. At the end of lunch, 5 appetites were lost, and two fried fish,two slice of eggs,and 3 bowls or rice were wasted. In the afternoon, i woke up from siesta full of sweat because of the blackout. I took a bath again forgetting my undergarments in my room and that our soap is as thin as 10 sheets of paper. After i dried my hair, the power was back and i turned on my wifi, 100 messages from fb were popping on my phone screen, notifications were crazy as it ring 20 times. A message from my classmate caught my attention because its about the grades. So i quickly opened my school portal to check my grades while mumbling some prayers. I passed. But i lost my academic scholarship . The grade didnt reached the ceiling grade of my scholarship. I checked my grades twice and discovered that some of the grades didnt match of what i’ve seen in the class records. I decided to go tomorrow to make an appeal but its a holiday tomorrow and its sunday the next day, and the final submission of grades will be on monday. I searched for my crush on fb and opened his profile, and after resisting for like a thousand times,i finally managed to tap the screen and send a friend request but it seems that he is too famous and has reached the maximum number of requests that its impossible for me to add him as my fb friend. I watched k drama to relieve my stress but the next episode was not available on youtube and was deleted on other sites. My phone even got some virus opening some sites. So now i lay down on my bed and post this day’s happening on tumblr but no one would read this because i got only 3 followers and no one will make a fuss reading this very long post. I guess this day wont get any better, but i hope tomorrow will.
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Frankly, Wonder Woman is psychological propaganda for the new type of woman who, I believe, should rule the world.
Wonder Woman’s creator, William Moulton Marston.
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