I am and have always been a very anxious person. When I was younger, I didn't know what to call it. I thought it was low-self esteem. It could still be that or partly that. I have always doubted myself. I would always second guess my thoughts and would always be my own worst critic ( Read more... )

May 29, 2016 ( Read more... )

May 4, 2016 ( Read more... )

Uneventful ( Read more... )

Although it doesn't make full sense to me, I've taken comfort, for the longest time, to the idea that everything happens for a reason. That every little thing that is happening to me has a purpose and that it will all make sense eventually somewhere along the road ( Read more... )

It means that I feel a hollow inside-- in my chest, just below my heart. It means I am sometimes near tears. It means I wish you were here with me, holding my hand, talking to me. Just here. It means I wish I could see you face.

I am experiencing a general discontent with life. My life ( Read more... )

CHAPTER ONE: THE END.

Isang taon na mula ng Yolanda. Hindi naman talaga tungkol sa Yolanda ang gusto kong isulat. Pero naisip ko lang, lagyan ko ng ganoong intro. Naguguilty kasi ako kapag iniisip ko ang mga issue ko sa buhay at kapag naiisip ko ang mga pinagdadaanan ng iba. Ano ba naman ang heartbreak ng isang tao kumpara sa libo libong buhay na ( Read more... )

I feel sick. This is it.

And, yeah, why do I keep doing this to myself?

I should stop. Stop right now.