LET'S GOOOOO I'M READY TO SEE THE HAITANIS GET PUMMELED TO THE GROUND AGAINNN (im sorry the ran and Rindou stans i love them as well but i like wakasa more-) (baka mapahiya nanaman sila pero ok lng :))
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LET'S GOOOOO I'M READY TO SEE THE HAITANIS GET PUMMELED TO THE GROUND AGAINNN (im sorry the ran and Rindou stans i love them as well but i like wakasa more-) (baka mapahiya nanaman sila pero ok lng :))
FUCK FEELINGS
My #poota 😂 😍she mad 😴 I know
#piggybacks for #poota 🤠😌
Here I go again, writing and loathing and crying– all at the same damned time—all for the same dumb reason.
Growing up, I’ve been called the wrecker of good things. I am sure I wasn’t born that way, or so I thought, because slowly I am becoming it; an annihilator of my own self.
I never wanted to be born in such a crucial time; wherein my mother only kept me because she thought my father would stay if she did. He stayed, yes, but then he left after quite some time. Maybe him leaving is inevitable. There, I ruined my mom’s life.
I never wanted to break things, never intended to ruin anything.
Now she has her new family, I can see that she’s genuinely happy with them. But just now, something terrible happened that made her choose whose side she’s on. Clearly, she chose them over me. I knew this will eventually happen but I didn’t expect it to hurt this much. Damn it.
Damn, it’s so unfair that I’m the only one that’s in pain.
Made in mischief, I guess that’s what I deserve. Tho these thoughts I’m having scares me to the core. I’ll end up more than destroyed if they don’t stop.
Blurry memorias #poota