Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how you get thrown into things. The room you are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. You must’ve came to like them in some way, how though? Did it capture interest? Is it something a friend has gave you?
How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from pagbaba or Pagsulat is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be madami like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting.
Anxiety like panic attacks hit me randomly. Especially when thinking of fiction. puso races, nausea, dizzy spells, sometimes hallucinations, mainly when up a three a.m.
Closed-off, grumpy, thoughtful, manipulative, private, shy, ignorance despising, hypocritical just a few words to describe me. Everyone can be hypocritical. We are all so cruel in our own way.
No one can comfort me, nor do I feel anyone will listen. The ones who would, I’m terrified to talk to. I’ve driven myself to the point I feel like pag-ibig isn’t real, and I’m silenced, and broken. I’m a fake, supportive, third wheel. I’m a sad head case that’s why I refuse to unload on anyone. I seem pathetic, even to myself.
I want to sob, yet I can’t seem to find tears anymore. They’ve evaporated. A few people make my puso crack when my eyes fall upon them. madami tears gone. My hate toward pag-ibig grows.
A close friend, she jumps on me for treating guys as if they’re disposable. I know she is right. Why do I? No one holds interest, commitment problems, scared, annoyance, I don’t know! I don’t know if I believe in love, or not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I pag-ibig you from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy susunod door, or the last halik on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we pag-ibig even in death. There is no till death do we part.
Life will neve ber fully comprehendible. Never an answer to the why. Live, and don’t wait to die! Push it back, for it will cause worry, and anxiety. Live with happiness, not fear, and think about this for you’ve never thought of it before. Though, its has been sinabi more, and more.
You only live once. You have a good forty years at the least. Four decades if your lucky. If your really lucky, longer. Then, your gone, no house, no friends, no air, no body, nothing, but your soul, and the afterlife. This is it, so make it count.
No. I refuse to let myself be roped back into this…must...break…free…before...all….hell…breaks loose……….
Black…It’s all black…
How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from pagbaba or Pagsulat is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be madami like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting.
Anxiety like panic attacks hit me randomly. Especially when thinking of fiction. puso races, nausea, dizzy spells, sometimes hallucinations, mainly when up a three a.m.
Closed-off, grumpy, thoughtful, manipulative, private, shy, ignorance despising, hypocritical just a few words to describe me. Everyone can be hypocritical. We are all so cruel in our own way.
No one can comfort me, nor do I feel anyone will listen. The ones who would, I’m terrified to talk to. I’ve driven myself to the point I feel like pag-ibig isn’t real, and I’m silenced, and broken. I’m a fake, supportive, third wheel. I’m a sad head case that’s why I refuse to unload on anyone. I seem pathetic, even to myself.
I want to sob, yet I can’t seem to find tears anymore. They’ve evaporated. A few people make my puso crack when my eyes fall upon them. madami tears gone. My hate toward pag-ibig grows.
A close friend, she jumps on me for treating guys as if they’re disposable. I know she is right. Why do I? No one holds interest, commitment problems, scared, annoyance, I don’t know! I don’t know if I believe in love, or not. I want to, but its risky.
What is love? An orgasm with a lover? An I pag-ibig you from your mother? A pat on the back from your best friend forever? A peck on the cheek from the boy susunod door, or the last halik on the lips from an older couple saying goodbye? But there is no goodbye. For, we pag-ibig even in death. There is no till death do we part.
Life will neve ber fully comprehendible. Never an answer to the why. Live, and don’t wait to die! Push it back, for it will cause worry, and anxiety. Live with happiness, not fear, and think about this for you’ve never thought of it before. Though, its has been sinabi more, and more.
You only live once. You have a good forty years at the least. Four decades if your lucky. If your really lucky, longer. Then, your gone, no house, no friends, no air, no body, nothing, but your soul, and the afterlife. This is it, so make it count.
No. I refuse to let myself be roped back into this…must...break…free…before...all….hell…breaks loose……….
Black…It’s all black…
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i pag-ibig love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
pag-ibig is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , you can't even define it. you know why? because it isn't there! that's why you can't say i am in pag-ibig and say the same word after two years or two days.
you see, if it worked with your lover, you 'll say you loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
you are all stupid, lovers!
you aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
you may not believe me now, but you will, in few years in your life.
pag-ibig is a legend.
pag-ibig is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , you can't even define it. you know why? because it isn't there! that's why you can't say i am in pag-ibig and say the same word after two years or two days.
you see, if it worked with your lover, you 'll say you loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
you are all stupid, lovers!
you aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
you may not believe me now, but you will, in few years in your life.
pag-ibig is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do you see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When you look at the world you always see the small things. You never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised sa pamamagitan ng ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… or never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but you ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When you look at the world you always see the small things. You never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised sa pamamagitan ng ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… or never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but you ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be artikulo worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two mga kaibigan are Sirens ( a different kind than you think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring apoy and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were mga kaibigan and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Nawawala sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were mga kaibigan and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it or leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down sa pamamagitan ng the river
Or other times sa pamamagitan ng her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever sa pamamagitan ng her side
She’s avoided sa pamamagitan ng everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down sa pamamagitan ng the river
Or other times sa pamamagitan ng her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever sa pamamagitan ng her side
She’s avoided sa pamamagitan ng everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…