baby i'm golden

most people call me kait twenty years of age; writes, dances, edits

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june 20, 2017

motherfucking adults don’t know the essence of motherfucking time. 

can u pls all grow up and realize that it is not your time you are wasting.

trabaho po ung nakalaan dito. like hello??

mygawd kung pwede lang mag-mura, ginawa ko na.

bring me back to my media days kung saan kahit hassle at walang tulog, marunong naman magpahalaga ng oras.

every second count ika nga. eh kayo anu gawa?

simpleng reply di kaya? kaw na tinwagan, ayaw pa?

thanks guys. wow. karmahin sana kayo. thanks.

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I like to think that I’m doing this getting day by day right. 

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Part One: The Reminders

I would always tell her how grateful she should be for having another day to spend it with her family, friends.

How she’s lucky to still have a comfortable home that would shelter her from the cold and cruel outdoors.

How she gets what she wants with just one ask.

But she’d choose to dwell on other things;

On how she is unworthy of everything she has

Or how she’s not capable of doing what others can

And how everything went wrong.. still go wrong

She’d wake up every 11 in the morning just to sleep for a few hours more

She’d stare at the food that she was left with, and decide to give it to her dogs

I’m not hungry. That’s what she always tells me.

Some days, I believe her. Others, she tries to convince me it’s the truth.

She barely does anything. She doesn’t even read anymore and my God, she loves reading books – sci fi, romance, suspense, anything.

She sleeps the whole afternoon just to wake up a few minutes before her parents gets home.

They’d ask her if she ate lunch and she’d say Yes. Liar. We both know you didn’t.

I don’t when it was but I knew once, she tried to tell them the truth.

Why she refuse to eat. But then the light faded away from her eyes cause she thought about the scenario.

Here she is again, folks! Overthinking.

Her: I didn’t eat today

Them: You always do that to yourself. Do you want to get sick?

No, mom. I’m already sick.

You see.. the problem is. Some people only think about the possibilities involving your physical health. Or how much food you’re wasting.

Or how irritating it is that you’re acting like that.

Never mind what’s up in there in your head.

They’ll just think you’re on your period.

Or that you’re emotional.

Some days she is happy, genuinely.

You’ll see the rush of excitement and how she’s truly living.

Give it a week or month. Three months, tops. And there she goes again.

Crying her heart out and asking if someone recognized the slight change in her mood, in her ability to talk.

There she goes again, writing. Writing. Writing.

Just write it all out. It worked the last time. It will work again.

Then you’ll get over this. Like always.

You’re going to read another book or another story in your phone.

You’re going to talk to your friends and not mention about this.

How you broke down a couple of minutes ago.

Because what will you say to them, right?

You broke down because of a book? About a girl who committed suicide cause she gave up on life?

Because you – yourself – sometimes think that way?

That sometimes you just want to fade away?

That it won’t be as dramatic as Hannah Baker’s death but it will be as painful?

No. You won’t tell them.

So write. Open that laptop and write.

Write till there are no more words.

Write till you think that you’re just getting emotional. Again.

Blame the book because it opened up feelings.

It opened up wounds.

It opened up buried memories.

Of you and your childhood and him and you and her and her friends and everyone else.

Write.

Write in roleplay – where they don’t know the real you and what you’re going through. How they think it’s just you making stories but the truth is, every story and poem you wrote was a reflection on how you really feel

Write in your blog of your real life friends to someday see – where they won’t get to see your other writings because it is tucked away in another place. Because then they’ll know the things you don’t tell them when you meet them for coffee and bonding.

Write.

Till there’s nothing left but those words.

And she wrote. Day. Night.

On her laptop, on her phone.

On her notebook, on her planner.

She wrote it on her skin and in corners.

Then she gets ready for bed and thinks about what she wrote.

How dramatic it was.

And how she wants someone to find all of her writings, no matter how theatrical and ridiculous it was – and tells her, I heard you.

Pick yourself up cause you’re not giving up tonight, I said.

And I swear, as she closed her eyes I knew she wanted to fight too.

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how do you tell people that it’s not a simple i’m just lazy. it’s more than that. it’s the whole i’m tired. but i want to do a lot of things but my mind and body and feelings won’t cooperate with me. i can’t do anything about it. goddamnit, i’m just so tired. 

today i had a breakdown. i didn’t mean for it to happen. it was a simple i was about to meet with my friends. it was as simple as that. i wanted to see them, trust me. but a few hours before i’m about to leave the house, i started listing down the pros & cons of going out. up until i was in the shower, i was debating with myself to go or not. when i was in my room, i lost all the strength to go even though my mind kept telling me that i should do something productive today - to stop doing the same thing over and over again.

truth is, i’m tired. i’m tired of seeing other people, of telling them the same thing whenever we meet: i’m okay, i’m just taking care of the dogs, chill lang. 

i’m tired of their questions and i’m tired of having to put up with them. yung tipong, nawalan na ako ng gana. that’s when i started distancing myself to others. from the office, to the warehouse, to high school friends and college friends. and let me tell you, it sucks. cause i wasn’t like this. 

i was the adventurous one. i was the one who likes going out for no reason. the one who wastes money just because she wants some coffee. i eat and have foodtrip all the time. 

now.. i barely go out. i don’t even wanna get out of the house. i just want to stay in one place. i don’t want to talk to others. i don’t want their questions. i don’t even eat sometimes. i only eat when there are people around me because i don’t want them asking questions on why i’m not eating.

i don’t know okay. i don’t feel like eating. i am not hungry. the food tastes bland. i just want to sleep because in sleep i don’t think about all these stuff.

my mom made a comment saying, tinatamad lang siya.

i answered her with iba yung tinatamad sa down ako.

and they started asking me kung bakit. how can i explain to them that sometimes i just feel so tired and sad? that i don’t want to move. that i don’t want to see people. that all i can do is think - about everything. and it sucks. it sucks. it sucks. because i want to move. i want too see things. i want to bond with my friends but this fucking feeling is taking over, making me question things. 

i had a breakdown an hour ago. i wanted to throw things. i wanted to shout.

but instead i wrote on my skin. see, i’m not one of those artsy people who can doodle and paint. so i resorted to writing. 

i wrote: You took away my sunlight so I learned to glow in the dark. because even in my dark times i want to see something good. that i can do it by myself. 

the other one i wrote is: God is within her, she will not fall. i needed strength. i needed to remind myself that i am not alone. that even if some can’t fully understand it, He’s here for me.

God, I wish this would stop.

[metvmorqhoses]

No one has ever loved a sin as much as I have loved you.

from the dead anon poets society // l.e. wildë (via metvmorqhoses)

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i feel like i’m getting depressed again. or did i ever stop being depressed? so a few months ago, i have two friends who were sad cause they still couldn’t find a job. guess what? now they have jobs and i don’t have one yet.. and now i’m getting depressed. i don’t have someone to rant with, talking about how some companies don’t text back to let you know you weren’t accepted. i have no one raiding my house or asking me to go on a series marathon with them cause they have nothing to do. 

i’m happy for them, i am. because finally, they’re out of still-no-job depressed state. am i sad? i don’t know. sometimes i don’t feel anything but lately all i’m doing is sleep - three to four times a day. i only have breaks and i have to do something inside the house like surf the net or feed the dogs. 

and i’m starting to not eat again. if i’m eating, it’s only a small amount. am i depressed? i don’t know anymore.

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last year, i spent my birthday on a plane going to los angeles

this year, i’mma spend it with papa & mama’s officemates cause christmas party. wth. 

i feel sad about it.

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When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.

Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via books-n-quotes)

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just in case #1

Life is short. I just wish I’ve repaid my parents + tita everything they have given me.

If in case I die out of an accident.. or something too sudden. This is what I want my family to do with everything I own:

1. My Asus laptop goes to my Papa Mario. I want someone to teach him how to use it so he may use the computer at the warehouse

2. My Mac laptop goes to Katrina Jacobe. It’s time for her to use an actual laptop. Hindi yung nakikiheram pa syan.

3. I have a Toshiba laptop, still working even without the battery - give it to Tin Tin & Jomar

4. My books - I want Roxanne Rasco, Patricia de Leon, and Kyle Suarez to have it. They can choose whatever they want to keep. I would recommend Forbidden, Thirst, John Green books, and Choker. The rest of my books - give it to my friends. I would recommend giving it to Ralfh Labitag, Jane Antonio, Erika Lasay, and Kelvin Fernando. If no one wants the others - donate it. To a bookstore, to charity, whatever.

5. My itouch - iwan niyo nalang sa kwarto ko. Baka makinig pa ko ng music in the afterlife. Or give it to my Tita Jean. Para iplug in niya sa car niyo so she can have other music other than Ariana Grande.

6. My phone - give it to Tin Tin. She needs a new phone, for Pete’s sake.

7. The money left in my r*** - give it to my Papa Mario. Pasabi na ipamigay niya sa mga pinsan ko sa Cabanatuan.

8. My clothes - donate it. Mas kailangan yan ng ibang tao.

9. My diaries and planners - keep it. I want to be remembered in those pages. Where I’ve been, what I did, whom I’m with.

10. Bags - give it to my cousins. I’m sure they’d love it. Oh, and give some to my Mama Evelyn. She loves bags.

11. Make up/ lotions/ whatever - use it before it expires or throw them, IDC.

12. Shoes - ang kapareho ko lang ng paa is si Pat and Celine. Pag hatiin nila if they want.

13. Other stuff I own - either let my family use it or donate it to charity. Para may magawa naman akong tama in the afterlife.

14. I’ve always wanted to be cremated and then isasaboy yung ashes ko somewhere pretty like an ocean or what. But then baka ayaw ng parents ko so... kung sila ang masusunod, donate a part of me na pwede pang idonate. Like a heart? Or whatever. Pero kung ako ang masusunod, cremate me. And then get a few ashes, put it in a really cool container and then lagay niyo lang sa living room or sa kwarto ko. It’s still me even if it’s all ash and jar, you know?

I’d probably update this if I own other stuff in the future but wth. That’s mostly it.

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I just needed to write this down.

I was never really the girl whom you could call pretty. No, I’m not writing this down for self-pity or for people to tell me otherwise. It’s the truth. I have fair skin, chinky eyes, I needed to use braces because my teeth were uneven. My eyes are shitty so I needed to use glasses. A lot of people would tell me on how I maintain my body - slim not  sexy. I have small boobs, okay butt, not fat.  They’d tell me how amazing it is because I have such confidence to wear crop tops and shorts and boots. But that’s all I have really, confidence.  My mother would always scold me not to scratch the bites that the mosquitos have given me. Growing up, all I know was that I had sensitive skin. Just one bite, and it would scar. I don’t know if people notice it but whenever they ask me.. Nagka chicken pox ka?  Questioning why I have such bruises, I would ignore the question. Anu nga naman ang sasabihin ko diba? I tried hard not to scratch it and when I entered college, my skin got better. 

Still, I’m guessing my own skin hates me because when I was in first year college, I got a disease.. resulting me to have a lot of bruises forming on my neck to the side of my face. That time, I swear I hated myself. Yung tipong, mapapatanong ka na.. bakit yung iba normal naman? Yung tipong.. ayos naman yung balat? O yung buhok? O yung katawan? Bakit ikaw, hindi? And for fcks sake, I was already in college then!

I tried to ignore it, I swear I did. I tried to boost my confidence. Siguro kaya ang hilig kong bumili ng damit - kasi dun nalang ako nag eexcel pag dating sa physical appearance eh. I never pitied myself on why I wasn’t the girl that guys liked. I mean, yeah. Some tries to get my attention at parties or whatnot but then.. my insecurities always eat me up. I don’t think they’d understand because they’re not the ones dealing with it.

Last week I just found out that I have skin asthma. Atopic Dermatitis. Fcker. That’s the reason why hindi na nga ako nag kakamot, or pinapansin yung kagat sakin ng lamok and still.. nagbru-bruise ako. At ang tagal nya mawala ah! Weeks! If not, months!

Ever since I graduated, I self-pitied myself more. I’d always tell my friends that I’m getting depressed because I still don’t have a job but with that also comes the depression of looking at myself in the mirror. The skin asthma got worse. I swear, I’m doing everything. Hindi ako nakakalimot sundin instructions ng derma ko. But lately, I got 10 bites from IDK if it’s from a mosquito or another insect. Minsan, gigising nalang ako may bruises na ko. 

And now I’m crying over it because fuck it I’m starting to hate myself right now. I hate that I don’t have a job yet. I hate that I feel so ugly - I am trying my hardest to remember that God created me in His image. I know that... but what the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t like myself anymore. I just don’t. I’m starting to hate myself and I don’t want that. I don’t want to hate myself but I do. 

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Everybody's falling in love.. I think? (PART 2)

Everybody’s falling in love… I think? (Part 2)

Written by: Awesome Wendy Hotfire

Based on: What they wanted me to write about

SERIOUSLY. IT’S THEIR IDEA. 

Korra Astrid Hotfire, Chaos Lucifer Hotfire, and Cassa Lykaios Hotfire

Almost everybody was all gathered at the dining table that night, well except for Vicky who was still at Juilliard, Dash was off somewhere, and Avira was travelling. Milo stood up and cleared her throat; clearly she was going to say something so the rest silenced themselves. All eyes were on her, clearly curious on what the head of the family is going to talk about. I know all of you have heard the party on October 31. The girls squealed, showing off their excitement, while the boys rolled their eyes and sighed. Chaos as always, snickered. What I haven’t told you about is the family gathering taking place tomorrow night. And when I say family gathering, I mean all of us are coming back. This time, the excitement cannot be contained. Huge smiles were passed around the table and it was evident that the news lightened up the mood. Milo offered a smile and sat down.

Aunt Korra has something to announce too! Cassa shouted, making everyone turn to look at Korra. You can see the nervousness on her face, like there was this secret she’s been hiding. Maybe she is. Hmm. Well, I’d love to hear what my daughter has to say. Klaus said. Tension can be felt but then Chaos stood up at a nearby table and signalled some of the staff to arrange the projector. Seconds later, a picture of a girl and a guy appeared. And yes, you are right. It’s Korra… and a guy… with a bulldog. I can explain! She said dramatically. No need for explanations, granma. The picture says it all. Cassa said, raising her hand, palms out. Klaus was quiet, thinking about what he’s just seen. People were confused and at the same time happy for Korra. Spring was poking her cousin while a grin was plastered at her face. Korra gave a roll of her eyes.

Aunt Korra has a boyfriend! Aunt Korra has a boyfried! Jace chanted and the others followed. Oh, please! I do not have a boyfriend! Korra was getting irritated, it’s evident but the others just wouldn’t stop. Well then, explain. Jagger said while grinning. Korra took in a deep breath, deciding whether to tell her family the truth. They’ll laugh, for sure. But what the hell. I’m inlove… – Suspense, it was killing everybody – With the guy’s bulldog. Everybody gave off a what the fudge look. The bulldog’s name is Bruno Mars and he is just so cute! I met Bruno when Aunt Wendy forced me to jog one morning and then pfft! I fell inlove with that cute face! Who wouldn’t fall in love with that? Aunt Wendy, stop laughing! Korra pointed at her aunt who was clearly crying out of laughter because of the story. Everybody was silent, taking a good look at the picture again. There it was. Bruno Mars. Is this for reals? Celly asked but it was Wendy who answered. Oh, it’s for reals alright. Go to her room, it’s full of Bruno Mar’s pictures. That’s when everybody laughed hard.

Korra gave a pout; Don’t mock the love of my life. Her whining was clouded by all the laughter that everyone gave.

  Ylav Uno Hotfire and Avast Severyn Hotfire

Avast was putting all her strength into pulling her cousin. Yuno! Come on! Don’t be such a chicken! She gave another pull but Yuno was resisting. I thought you wanted to meet her?! She let her cousin go which caused Yuno to slump to the ground. He gave a loud umpff. He stood up and creased his brows. I wanted to know her name not meet her! Yuno shouted back. Avast could only roll her eyes, Fine. You don’t want to meet her? Then don’t! Avast turned around and started making her way towards her friend’s house when she heard Yuno sigh. Fine, I want to meet her. Avast smiled like a goofball and ringed the doorbell.

The little girl from the other day bounced off the house and opened the gate, giving a wave at Avast. Hey, Avast. She said. Avast on the other hand gave a teasing look at her cousin whose ears are turning red. Xyriel, this is my cousin Yuno. Yuno, this is Xyriel. The girl gave a smile and offered her hand to be shaken. Yuno was frozen into place, didn’t know what to do. Xyriel was starting to crease her eyebrows when Avast nudged her cousin which finally! Brought him back to life. I mean, to reality. Oh.. Ahm. You- I.. what. I mean – Yuno shook his head, get a grip man. Taking a deep breath, he took Xyriel’s hand and shook it. Nice to meet you. You’re really pretty. Wait. What. Avast chuckled and whispered on to her cousin’s ear, Very suave, cousin nigga.

Yuno could feel his ears getting all red again but it wasn’t just him. The pretty girl in front of him blushed. She blushed! How cute could she get?! That made Yuno smile even after all the embarrassment. Well, I need to go now. My mom wants me to clean my room. It’s nice to meet you tho. You could come anytime Avast comes to play. He felt upset with that but the thought of Xyriel inviting him to her house to play was something to hope for.

Avast and Yuno started walking back to the house when someone caught their eye. I don’t think this is a good idea. The girl said. Why is that? Will they burn me? The guy chuckled but it stopped suddenly because of the girl’s reply. Oh, they will. The kid’s eyes were bulging when they looked at each other. Since when did my sister had a boyfriend?!? Yuno asked Avast who gave off a like I know something look.

    Victoria Alessandra Hotfire

Vickyyyyyy! The house was in commotion since Vicky stepped in the house. She tried covering her ears but the yelling can’t be kept out. The next thing she knew, she was in a bear hug. She was so close to suffocating until she heard her father’s voice, Seriously, guys. Let my daughter breathe. Everybody gave way as Jagger made her way to where his daughter is. I’ve missed you. He said before hugging Vicky. Helaena gave a sweet smile seeing the two of them reunited.

By 3 in the afternoon, everybody was by the swimming pool and having lots of fun. Aislinn was updating her niece on the revelation that happened awhile ago at lunch. Aunt Korra has a bulldog boyfriend? Ha. Vicky thought. She saw Yuno pouting by the end of the pool so she decided to talk to him, see what is wrong. Seconds passed and she was about to go get something to drink when Yuno shouted, Vicky has a boyfriend! That made her froze in her tracks. Ohshems. It’s not  yet family night. What to do. What to do. Everybody stopped whatever they were doing. Yes, our family does that. We stop all at once. Whenever something shocking happens.

Should we go get our weapons ready? Jace asked innocently. Vicky could only give his brother a stink eye look. Can you please classify the specie of your boyfriend first? Alaska asked and Wendy chuckled. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Vicky turned to look at her parents, feeling guilty that she hasn’t told them about Derrick Harris. His name is Derrick. He’s a singing major at Juilliard. And he’s nice and sweet and a little mysterious and no – she looked at her brother – he is not my boyfriend… yet. With that she purses her lips. I can’t believe you never said anything about this. Jagger’s voice was cold. He was pretty disappointed with the situation but not mad – hell he can’t get mad with his own daughter. We just.. I’m sorry. Vicky went to where her father was – looking all sorry. We just started dating last week and I was about to introduce him tomorrow night, at dinner. I swear, I was! I wanted you to meet him formally. I even made him fly all the way here just for you to meet him. Jagger’s eyes softened with that. It was a reasonable reason, really.

Well, bring him tomorrow then. We’d love to meet him. Helaena told Vicky and together, they exchanged smiles. Oh, but he’s already here. Everybody turned to look at Avast. YES. WE ALSO TURN TOGETHER. Avast motioned someone to come out and there he was. Derrick Harris – looking all nervous and ashamed that a little kid caught him and is now here to embarrass him. Kidding.

I feel like this day is, “Meet the Boyfriends Day” Mayo whispered to Wendy which replied, Oh yes, it is. This is gonna be good.

  Milo Constance Hotfire and Spring Arabella Hotfire

I need to look pretty. Hell no, gorgeous. Goddamnit, flawless. Milo thought as she was fixing herself in front of the mirror.  Everyone will be home tonight and she was going to introduce a certain someone to the family so she better look perfect.  If you ask her, she wasn’t nervous – not like Korra or Vicky. The person that she’s going to introduce to her family isn’t even afraid of them.

Are you sure you’re going to introduce that person? Her big brother Draco asked. She turned to look at him, giving him a of course I am, dumb ass!  Look. I just thought that maybe.. they’ll think you’re insane. Milo put a hand on her chest, as if she couldn’t believe what her brother told her. I am too gorgeous to be insane. Draco rolled his eyes, now she’s acting like Wendy. So conceited. Well, I hope things go well tonight. He stood up and got out of his sister’s room.

***

For the first time in the Hotfire Manor, things were… sane. Elegant, even. Is it because there were guests? Maybe. Or because we like to play dress up? Can be. Everybody was busy with their guests/special someone. Korra was talking to Bruno Mars’ owner – asking if she could take the dog, Vicky was with the mushiest couple ever plus Derrick Harris (I think Jagger’s interrogating him), Wendy was chasing Jiro around the ball room while throwing her heel at him, Celly and Romeo was at the table, eating. Yuno just came in with Xyriel.

Spring took a look at all of them, upset on why boys haven’t come after her after her break up with Peter Pan. She’s been bitter about it. Whyyy? Am I not pretty?!? I am pretty, pete’s sake! I’m hot also! And I am so fun to be with! She whined in her mind. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong with her so she decided on something.

***

The staff brought down something that was cloaked with a blanket. Curiosity stepped into the Hotfire’s minds on what it is. They gave off weird expressions, not knowing what is going on until Milo stepped in the room. She was wearing and all black tube dress that hugs her body perfectly. She had on the smoky eye effect and red lipstick. For some, that would make you look like a whore but then again, it’s Milo Hotfire. Instead of looking like that, she’ll look like a goddess. A bad ass one, even.

She went up the mini stage that was set up in the room. She was given a mic by her daughter, Spring and together they stood there. I am here to announce something. Milo said. Some of you may have noticed the radiant glow in my face these couple of days. The others could only nod. I’ve been happy. So, so happy. Not only because we are all here but because of a certain person. There were some oohs and aahhs from the audience. Someone had caught Milo Constance Hotfire’s heart?! That’s something new. And hard to believe.

Oh shit, my mom’s inlove. Spring thought. I’m sure she’ll think I’m ridiculous on what I’m about to say. But before I tell you to whom I’m inlove with. My daughter has something to tell. Milo gave the microphone to Spring which she took with shaking hands. She tried to smile and to not let the nervousness get the best of her. Everybody’s gonna laugh. I know it. Everybody was looking at her, waiting for her to speak. Just get on with it, Spring.

I’m so sorry mom. Milo felt her eyebrows crease to what Spring was saying. Why would she say sorry? It’s not like her to apologize. I can’t be inlove with a guy like you guys. THE WHAT IS HAPPENING. That’s what’s everybody in the room is thinking. Spring looked down and took a deep breath. Oh shit, is she gonna admit that she’s a lesbian? Some of them thought. I won’t name names.

I’m inlove with… with what?! A girl?!? WHAT?!? Everybody was at the edge of their seat, mentally cursing Spring for prolonging the intensity. They would still accept her even if she’s you know.. a lesbian. Seriously. But just get on with it, Spring. I’m inlove with a banana.

Kroo. Kroo.

Silence.

More silence.

Milo let go of the breath she was holding and for the first time ever, she pulled her daughter’s hair hard. I knew you’d hate me! Spring said. Her mother could only roll her eyes. I didn’t do that because I hate you. I did that because.. you what?!? You’re inlove with a banana?!? Since when?!? Spring wiped her fake tears and explained, I just made a conclusion on things. Everybody is inlove and it sucks that not a single guy has tried to sweep me off my feet so I decided to make my own destiny. She what? They won’t come near me because of one thing. My banana swag. That’s when everybody tried to catch their breath from laughing. It’s true! They can’t take my banana swag and they know that they can never separate me and my banana, so they choose to keep their distance. Spring whined at the sight of her family – even the staff and guests – laughing. Even her own mother was laughing!

Okay, okay. I get it. Calm down, people. Milo said and at last, the laughter died down. Almost. As to what I’m about to say… I am inlove with… The staff took off the blanket masking the thing. Which is a… mirror.

You’re in love with a mirror? Dash asked with a raised brow. No, cousin. I am inlove… with myself. I think Milo needs to go to a mental hospital. No, I don’t need to a mental institution. Shit. She can read our minds. And no, I cannot read your minds. I just know that look. She sighed and started explaining. The thing is.. I’m so bitter about love, I’ve decided to just.. love myself more. I remembered what Mayo said when I asked why everybody is in love. She said, “You don’t need a man. You’re Milo Constance Hotfire”. And she’s right. I don’t. I only need my family and myself. The people gave off a heart warming smile at her, clearly supporting her decision even if falling in love with yourself is pretty weird for some.

Hey! Why did everybody laugh when I said I’m inlove with a banana and yet when mom said she’s in love with herself, everybody is so proud of her?! Spring stomped her foot, not enjoying the reaction she’s gotten from everyone.

Well, dear. You’re not as fab as your mother, that’s why. Milo flipped her hair. Ohyes, she did. She did the flip. So I guess, falling in love isn’t just about falling for the opposite sex. It can be being inlove with a dog, or a banana.. or to yourself. Some may find it weird but clearly, our family thinks that it’s alright. I know, our family’s awesome.

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