i had a dream about you again..
i hate it. you were hurtful there as well. i hate it. i hate it so much. i wish you'd stop haunting me.
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i had a dream about you again..
i hate it. you were hurtful there as well. i hate it. i hate it so much. i wish you'd stop haunting me.
"It seems like I've been giving you too much negative energy today. Let's change the topic. I'm done with all my complaints."
"It's okay, you can put your negative energy on me so you don't have to carry them. I'm immune to negative energy by now :)"
"Okay, but you are not immune to pokeball. I will catch you 🤣"
Caught myself saying "Pero like" and immediately felt the shame of being conyo
Le is che nak suspended nagsesend kau ng activity💔
cry so bad you have to sit up just to be able to breathe
normal lang ba i-bash ang crush
Akala ko, tapos na ako with that kind of thought na the only escape I have is a solid sleep. An eternal solid sleep. Pero recently, nag spiral na naman ako into that thought. Akala ko, this is just another season of my insomnia pero hindi. Tangina.
Oo, baliw ako sa’yo, at wala kang ideya, kasi palibhasa, sa’yo’y madaming umaasa. Sa tuwing naghahanap ka ng iba, madami agad ang nakapila.
Ang totoo, pagod na akong maghabol sa’yo. Ilang taon na akong sumusubok na pumorma, pero wala—bigo kang makuha. Pero dahil ako’y isang baliw, wala kang ideya.
Muling susubok at magsasanay ng mga linya, magpapakilalang muli sa harap ng salamin, kahit pagod at dismaya. Heto na naman tayo, tangina.
Nauna ako sa pila, ngunit parang ni anino’y di kilala. Ako ’to si Baliw—may bago akong ideya. Walang pagdadalawang-isip, at pumili ka ng iba: ’yung mas gwapo, ’yung mas matalino, ’yung mas magaling, ’yung mas gago, ’yung iiwan ka—para lang maghanap muli ng iba. Pero, makikita mo ulit ako tangina.
Sinayang ko na naman ang oras ko. Napuyat na naman ako kakaisip sa mga, “Paano kung ganito…?” Nagsayang na naman ako ng pabango. Allergic ako sa pomada, pero baka, kako, magustuhan mo. Nagsuot ng bagong plantsang polo— pero lahat ’yon, wala… echapuwera na naman ako. Hihintayin na naman kitang maghanap ng bago.
Hindi ’to tungkol sa tao. Pero tangina, pagod na ’ko maghanap ng trabaho.