Sep 23, 2017
guess I need to find Diva's sweater. She wasn't warm enough under 2 blankets #Tiny #Diva #chihuahua #herstruggles #pupcicle #dogsofinsta
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guess I need to find Diva's sweater. She wasn't warm enough under 2 blankets #Tiny #Diva #chihuahua #herstruggles #pupcicle #dogsofinsta
Wrecked
She is imprisoned by the people who bully her everyday from the moment that she stepped her feet on the grounds of the school, whenever she takes her seat or eats on the table at cafeteria and even from the very last minute of going home. Its always the same scenarios everyday; being hurt, feeling like she have no worth and being thrown with nasty things. She never dreamt of being in this landscape for her desire is to have someone to lean on as a friend who has the ability to stand beside her despite all of the struggles she’s going through.
One day, when her parents is about to wake her up from an eight hours of sleep to make her ready for school she was found with no air to breath, cold hands, frigid body, pale skin–dead. The room is filled with agony and anger which serves as a platform for vengeance to the people who bullied her everyday, for the people who treat her as an animal. She is too naive to be in this latitude to be not worth it. Its always the innocent who suffers from a great pain, who feels the emptiness within. The innocents are always the victim, victim of endless struggles and wickedness from the people who are immature enough to fit within the society.
- The Diary of Her Struggles, Untold Story.
All I see is black. The people’s faces are black, the surroundings are black and my whole mind is filled with color of black. I struggle to find an opening that could help me get out of this phase but even the opening betrayed me to find its location and let me out of this mayhem. I knew that I am going to see things, monsters that would cripple inside my body and move around to reach my mind and build a clot that would gurantee weakness and inmorality within me. I try to fight back but none of my tactics are working. I struggle everyday to fight the monsters that tries to take me away from the reality. I hope I am long gone from this insanity.
The Diary of Her Struggles, Day 54, Blackouts (W.W.)
Someday, I want to create a marvelous journey inside your mind even if it takes me to the very darkest parts. I want to know what’s going on inside your mind and help ypu even if its the dumbest advice. I want to be part of every ideas and innovation you’ll be making. I want to be inside you even if it means to forget what I am. But, I know it’ll be hard for me to take the risk for it is somehow full of doubts and regrets that takes time to be sort out and be decided, wherein I will be able to perform the journey I want to set in. Soon, there’s that another voice who’ll help you and lead you to the brightest ones. I just hope that its me.
I was walking in the sidewalk of our street that day, the weather is picturesque and everything is calm and fine. I am not feeling anything bad that day because the place is uncrowded and cleaner than white. It is the best day I had throughout the years of my living for there were no withdrawals, tantrums and signs of my sickness. I know I am better that day, I know that I fit in the society that I never belong to and I know that I can control myself from hiding through my shadows. This is the first time I felt that I am existing in a society.
The Diary of Her Struggles, Entry number 37- I know that I am glowing and blooming (March, 2011) W.W.
I am about to begin the very astonishing adventure of my life, no more impelling sadness and pain that eradicates me all day. I will gather my travel bags and bring my camera to capture the beautiful sights that I will see. I will bring my favorite pen and my journal to document the journey I set in. I will remember the color of the sun that rises and settled everyday. And before I walk out in this place, I will paint a big smile on my face and believe that this disease help me to be strong even if it kills me to my sleep and cripples me, this is probably the best thing I ever had.
The Diary of Her Struggles, Entry number 170- almost to an end (May, 2014) w.w.
I know I fail in everything. I fail to make someone proud, to fulfill every words I say, to begin on the right track, to make things better, to be the great friend, to be a daughter and a sister. But I know to myself that I am meant to be a failure because in that way I do not have to keep on trying because from the start I know that I’ll end up not succeeding. And if I’ll keep on trying, I’ll be depress and paranoid every time and in this way I know I’ll be fine because won’t make anyone disappointed.
The Diary of Her Struggles, Entry number 99- I’m a failure. (August, 2013) w.w.
I’ve been into lots of withdrawals lately my comrades left me when I needed someone instead they look at me as if a contagious disease is about to attack them and I must be away to everyone so I am left hugging myself in the middle of the road trying to ease up the pain I am struggling, to overcome the fears of ending up in that place again
The Diary of Her Struggles, Entry number 4- I pray to him that they suffer too. (June, 2010) w.w.