May 29

I’m pretty sure I’m not.

Because every time someone calls me pretty, I’d have to hear a thousand murmurs saying I’m not. The compliments seemed destined to be drowned within the massive depths of your voices. I’d have vivid flashes from my harrowing past. I’d hear dreadful banters about how unpretty I am every day…

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May 21

Been craving something lately.

Beggin on my knees, screaming, “someone come and help me”, but by the time they’re there I’ve already hid the body. Been craving something lately. And this time I’m pretty sure it’s not cuts and ropes. …

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May 17

Thanks?

Someone called me pretty today, and it felt weird. I’m pretty sure I’m not. But yeah, thanks?

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Thanks?

Someone called me pretty today, and it felt weird. I’m pretty sure I’m not. But yeah, thanks?

May 2

I am a Tres.

I am a tres. I am physically gifted. I’m the fairest of them all but I am socially deprived, and worse, I am part of the marginalized level. We all are in Camp Hilton. We are tres. It’s been a decade since our government came up with an idea about the…

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May 1

Dad? Pa? Tay? Dy? Damnit.

I have no idea how to address you, we've known each other for five years but I'm not sure if those years were enough to really know you. I'm here, trapped in the void of angst and agony. You introduced me to a thousand different feelings I've never felt before. …

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Apr 27

I wanna end me.

And this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it. All the wrath, agony, and chaos, tucked deeply in my pocket. Ayo, I drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? And explore the unknown feeling of being unalive. Your red sweater. My black leather. Is this a death threat or a love letter? You choose. So if I would pick, I’d choose something that’ll off me quicker. Because the longer it last, the more I suffer.

1 min read

I wanna end me.

And this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it. All the wrath, agony, and chaos, tucked deeply in my pocket.

Ayo, I drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? And explore the unknown feeling of being unalive.

Your red sweater. My black leather. Is this a death threat or a love letter? You choose.

So if I would pick, I’d choose something that’ll off me quicker. Because the longer it last, the more I suffer.

Should I leap? Or maybe choke? Sometimes I think cuts should be deep, for it to actually work.

I’m sentimentally high, but at least I’d say “bye”.

Farewell. Sayonara. Adios. Au Revoir. Paalam.

Lol. As if.

Apr 25

To you.

For as long as we’re under the same sky, breathing the same air — to that I am eternal grateful. I hate to admit it, but I miss you. Shocker. No one listens like you do. No one knows how deep my scars are. No one seems to want to…

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Apr 24

Yo.

Hi again. I know u kinda want me gone but it seems like u just can’t say it (yet). I’d be extremely mad too. Understandable. There is no valid excuse to what I did. That was selfish. I was. Maybe I still am. I have no idea what'll happen. Well…

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Apr 22

Turn the Page. I’m a book half unread.

“Manage me, I’m a mess”. We met again. It’s the 24th time this week. I’ve missed them though, I long to be with them. It’s been a long, tiring day; a tough one. I swear I’m trying to be a good person this time, it’s just the world is not…

4 min read

Apr 8

Kill a Bird; Save Me

Even a thousand peas won’t make me less comfortable when I hear them sing. I’d gladly curl myself even with the shortest blanket, and still won’t say a thing. Hundreds of bed time stories about terrible mornings and sunsets; but it’s them who helps me fall asleep. “Zzzzzzzzzzz…” The buzz…

2 min read

I’m pretty sure I’m not.

Been craving something lately.

Thanks?

Thanks?

I am a Tres.

Dad? Pa? Tay? Dy? Damnit.

I wanna end me.

I wanna end me.

To you.

Yo.

Turn the Page. I’m a book half unread.

Kill a Bird; Save Me

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