Living Inside My Head

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All my life, everyone has been watching over me. Yeah, it's a good thing...but watching over me in a way where all my whereabouts will be mentioned to my family, or whatever time I'd arrive home, or where I had been the whole day? That's just too much. It's my first year in college already, I am 16 years old. Before I came here in the city to study in the university I wanted to go to, my family expected that I'd call them, crying, because I can't handle being alone. They would tell my landlady that I don't know anything, and I just sat there, silent. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and yet I never called them crying that I wanna go home. There is no place like home, yes, but for someone who felt like your every move was being checked, it felt fine to be away for a while, but of course, that feeling of being away from the city and wanting to go back to our province comes out often. Although being here in the boarding house didn't

Whenever I'm alone in public and my self-esteem's shorter than the length of your toenails, and if I really wanna do something but is too shy to do it, I'd say to myself "Fug it, they won't care." Will you care if I'm just a stranger who just passed by? No. Will you care if I buy food from the hotdog stand next to you? No. Will you care if I do some lip-syncing from my favourite tunes? Probably no. Will you care if you see me trip? Well, of course you'd hold yourself back from laughing, but it will just pass because I am just some random stranger that's hoping that you won't know my identity...at all. Our world is full of people that's judgmental. Everyone is. You, me, your dog, your neighbor, your cow, your duck...everyone. That's why a lot of people today are scared. Scared to go out of their own shell. Well you know what? After living away from my family for a few months (because of college), I learned that the only

My last post was last July, and I am really..kind of.. disappointed with myself. We all know how college takes all our time and energy that we might not have any motivation to do anything as we get home, but here I am, a lazy bum, going online everyday, but never had that "push" to make me post anything here. Reason? I suddenly give up when I ask myself: "What am I supposed to blog about anyway?" Ironic how I'm taking Journalism as a course in college, and there I was, giving up without even trying. Now I won't be talking about how we shouldn't give up on our dreams, because we really shouldn't. Life gives us a lot of choices ahead and it's up to us to choose which road to take, and I know that I've taken the wrong ones. Honestly. it's also because I've given up. I lost hope that nobody ever reads this blog of mine. I've seen successful bloggers and seen how beautiful their creations are and I know that I am still in &qu

We can't help it but hide our feelings. People ask us how we're feeling and we'll tell them we're fine, and it just ends there. You try to smile to support your answer and they believe you, then you tell yourself to smile, hold it in, it will pass. But no, you lay down on your bed at night and you just cry yourself to sleep because it feels too damn good to cry. It feels good to cry in the dark atleast, to be ready to smile the next day, because some people will call you "too emotional" if you do, but you know what? If you're feeling sad and you can't contain all the agony anymore, then cry for God's sake. We live in a world where people will judge you no matter you do anyway, so why put up a strong face when you're already dying inside? Cry. Just cry. Let it all out, don't mind what people will think of you. You had too much, why keep on holding it in? It feels good to cry, and it's healthy. Even the sky cries sometimes, why not

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Another storm might be coming this week in our country, but as much as it brings joy to students whose classes will get suspended, we should also think about the people who have no shelter to find warmth and safety. Please do pray for them.

The original plan? I'm supposed to study in my family's dream university... University of the Philippines.   But then I chose West Visayas State University because my desired course is there, and now, I am indeed happy of my decision. I told my family before that I'll just try WVSU at first then transfer to UP when I get to my second year in college... I guess I'll abort that mission. My original plan before I started my college life is to remain invisible...to be just another person in the corner eating burgers or whatnot, just another person passing by for a year because I'm not supposed to be there after a year anyway. But then I met these people that made me forget about my disposition. I see them everyday and it makes me tell myself that "there it is, here's that something that's too hard to leave behind." Friends, they're already my family. I hang-out with them everyday, I see them tease and annoy each other at times, we la

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I have been in quite a few interviews this month and the only question that they keep on asking me is: "Tell us about yourself". I would tell them I love food that's why I eat every 30 minutes, if not 30, then 15. I would tell them I compose songs. I would tell them I love writing poetry. I would tell them I write stories. I would tell them I blog. But I have never told anyone these: My mother died 5 years ago, while my father died 2 years ago, and yet their death sank into me when I saw their death certificates just a month ago. I realize that they are actually dead and nothing can change that. I read the words that said that my uncle is our legal guardian, and quite involuntarily, tears started running from my eyes. I went to my sister and she laughed saying that I just realize that our parents are actually gone, and she told me that being successful will be our greatest gift that we can give to our family who treats us as their own children. And

Once, there was a girl named Makona, she was a silent, carefree, big hearted child of the Sonan Family. Her mother died when she was 12 years old. At her present life, she lives with her father. Her father wasn't really close to her, sometimes, he would go to other places without her knowing. One night, Makona decided to run away from home. While her father was sleeping, she packed her bags and started living her life on the road, it was 6:00A.M when she felt tired. And a minute later, a girl walked her way heading to school, she asked "Hi! Why are you here? Where's your family?". Makona stared at her for a moment and started talking, she told her that she ran away from home. The girl named Sonata felt pity for her. She told makona that she can live with her family. Makona was glad to hear this. Months have passed and one stormy night, Makona was heading to her new home from school when she felt somebody was following her and before she knew it, she became unconsci

The future's unpredictable, and yet here we are thinking what might and might not happen. Before my college life, I had imagined myself sitting in the corner alone and watching new faces meeting new friends. I would imagine myself sitting and eating somewhere in the campus alone. I would imagine myself writing in a corner because that's what I mostly do if I'm all by myself. But no. There were actually people who wanted to meet me and be their friend. I am...let me say..an alien in their planet and yet they are happy to give me a tour around the place. And that's the moment when I realized something... Something that some people should understand... You can see yourself being alone but you can never stand being lonely. The only one making us feel alone is ourselves. Some people wants to get acquainted and you decline them without even noticing it. Get your phone, text somebody, make friends. Get out, eat outside, share your interests, that's all there is

(Okay,so a lot of people have been asking me about love and my point of view about those things, so here I go) What is love, really? Maybe love is giving your last piece of favourite chicken to your little sibling because you know they love it as much as you do. Maybe love is forgiving someone who have hurt you so badly that left you scarred for life. Maybe love is telling someone you like their shirt and they wear it almost everyday. Maybe love is saving up for a special day even though you didn't really have to. Maybe love is watching someone you love with someone else but you are happy because their happiness is your happiness. Maybe love is sacrifice. Maybe love is freedom. Maybe love is having a really bad Alzheimer's disease that you always forget that the one sleeping with you every single night is the person you married but you keep on asking them to marry you everyday. Every single one of us have our own definitions about love, and here's mine

In a group that I got added into in Facebook, I saw a girl post a picture of someone in a bikini, and she was pretending that she was the girl in that picture. She added with the caption that girls should show their "clivange" (supposed to be cleavage) on their pictures and the most liked picture will be the "meuse" (muse) of the group. I got disappointed by a lot of things.  First of all, the spelling. I checked the comments and there were boys who got turned on by picture and for me that was wrong. She was selling her body just to get likes and Facebook friends.  There was this one comment that caught my eye. The person said "Go to school first before showing up your body like that. Motherf*****"  He was right. Although he could stop cussing. But still, showing your cleavage just to become muse? What the heck. Is that what society is turning out to be? If we are aiming for the better future, then making those kinds of posts isn't helping

"Actions are better than words" that's what they always say, but honestly, there are still power in words, and sometimes words can beat actions because for me, actions can't really be emphasized without words, actions are there to prove your words. A little while ago, someone told me I'm useless and that stabbed me like a million knives, the funny part is, she asked me to help her on some things a few minutes after that. Does that mean I'm not useless anymore? Well yeah, you can say that some words can be broken like a promise and actions are the ones that doesn't help prove the words said, and that leads me to thinking...Words are as loud as actions. Words can hurt you as much as actions can, and words can make you feel something as much as actions can. So for this battle, words and actions are a tie. In life, we express our feelings through this two things, and that changes something. We communicate through words and express them through actions. B

College admission tests, job interviews, contests, aptitude tests. Those are some things that makes our hearts beat for probably a million times a second because we're in conflict with ourselves.  Did I pass? What if I didn't?  I think I failed. I really hope I passed. Atleast I did my best. We're always afraid of the bad news, especially when it's in the matter of finally achieving our dream, thinking that you're THAT close to achieving it but there are still barricades left to get through. I have been there, and I know a lot of us had been in that situation, and maybe some are still in that situation as we speak, and all that's left for us to do is pray and believe in ourselves. We might find ways to distract ourselves from over-thinking because...remember this, OVER-THINKING KILLS. Not literally though, but it makes you just wanna delete all your feelings for a while until the result comes. Thinking about the bad news is one of the worst fe

Last night, my sister and I had a plan on making our own YouTube channel that intends to provide entertainment to those who seek it (watch out for it), and today, we're gonna download everything that we needed to make the video seem more interesting (the video effects and all). We aren't expecting it to be a hit in a short matter of time because it's gonna be a looooong way to reach the people's attention that's why we'll be doing our best to reach our goal and I hope you guys can help us. I also apologize for not posting here much because I got busy with my other activities. And I am also asking for your help. If you have any recommendations on what you want me to write about, then  you can send me an email (egalimpin@gmail.com) and I will answer your mails as soon as I can. 800+ people had been reading this blog of mine and I want to thank each and everyone of you. Seeing as my views go up, it makes me want to write here even more and provide all of you your r

We all think that life is a challenge. An RP game that we are all a part of. We go through things that we think are our last challenge because we're just gonna pause it right there and not even think of a way to get over it. And now you're stuck at looking at a flat wall, and it's staring back at you. A tough life, that's what we all have. We have problems that we think will never arrive at our doorstep, but it did. When something goes wrong, we think that we rode the wrong train and there's no turning back. But maybe that's just how it's supposed to be. We've focused enough on the normal things that we didn't even wonder what's behind a mountain. We think that we're safe if we do things normally, and by doing things the normal way, there's nothing that can waver the norms. When we look at people smiling and laughing, we wish that our life will turn out to be like theirs, and we're not even thinking that maybe they have their own

I finally got the news that I passed the aptitude test of the college that I wanted to enroll to. Finally, I am going to be a journalist student and nothing could change that. I can finally live up to my dream of being a writer and I can prove to my family that I can do it. When we found the perfect boarding house, my aunts and uncles were talking to the owner of the house. I stayed silent because there's no way for me to stop them from speaking. Their words stabbed me like a knife in my most vulnerable state. "She knows nothing", "we don't trust her when she's alone": those are the words that they kept on saying. The only good thing about it is that my sister didn't add up. Everyone in my family knows that I am a hopeless person and I'm a no-good kind of person. Lazy, clumsy, never the best, last choice, and the obvious, not trustworthy.  That is the reason why I can't wait to start my first day in college. I can't wait to prove

Since it is my father's birthday today, I'm gonna share a little something... A little something that I hope can make a difference. 2 years ago, I had this really bad fever. After I went home from school, I asked for some medicine, hoping that it will disappear after resting for minutes, but I thought wrong. That night, I went to sleep after papa put a wet, cold towel on my forehead to cool my head off, and for the first time in weeks, he didn't go out to drink. He stayed at home and watched over me. I woke up the next day, hearing my father's voice saying that it's time for breakfast. I wasn't feeling any better because I still had a really high fever, but seeing that my father brought me breakfast in bed, it made me smile and the weakness that I had been feeling disappeared even for just a few minutes. After eating, papa put another towel on my forehead and asked if I was feeling any better. I shook my head because no matter how hard I tell myse

What do you think is the real difference between fear and trauma? Do you think they're alike? Or they are just connected with each other? Different, but somehow connected. What do you think? According to my sister, Viary, fear is all in the brain while trauma is caused by an event/happening that causes fear. For short, trauma triggers fear. Every single night, my sister and I would tremble by the sound of "something" outside our room. We haven't noticed it until now. We were sent to a psychiatrist after a tragic incident, and that was when our father got murdered at our very own home. We thought that we got over it, but we thought wrong. Whenever we hear the loud patter of the rain on our roof, we get nervous because it reminds us of the time when there were people who kept throwing rocks on our rooftop while there were gunshots being fired. Tragic, isn't it? And that event still haunts us 'til now. I have consulted Merriam-Webster dictionary for its mea

What will your reaction be if you see a man carrying an armalite around town? Call the police, obviously. Yesterday, April 30, 2014, my aunt caught an old woman running with her grand children and muttering something. Something about a man in black carrying a deadly weapon. Wanna know what she did? Nope, she didn't panic. She actually laughed. She laughed because they got it all wrong. The man carrying the weapon was actually our homeboy. He brought my cousin's airsoft gun home because our uncle borrowed it the day before that. There was a crowd outside full of police and the people in the neighborhood's faces were painted with panic. The witness' story went like this: "I saw a man in a black shirt carrying an armalite around. I followed him to the church and then he suddenly disappeared." We are living near the church and there's a shortcut to our house by the church and that explains the sudden disappearance. So all the hard work of th

So while I was typing my blog today, my sister keeps on asking me about what we should do during the summer. She thought about making an online shop and selling home-made ice cream in our neighborhood. She keeps on asking me for every 5 seconds and I lost it. I forgot what I wanted to write about so I backspaced all the way and started writing this one. Distractions. It's something that clouds our thoughts and most probably, make us feel annoyed. Imagine having your "beauty sleep" then a bus will just honk his horn, it makes you want to throw a grenade on that bus, right? (No hard feelings) But we can't help it. We all need peace of mind whenever we do something important, and mostly, when the deadline's near. Whenever we have a crappy work, we could just say that there were distractions while we were working on that project, yes, distraction is one thing but sometimes, the only one distracting us is ourselves. We keep on thinking that we're too late and w

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Someone went to me and asked "Why am I not sweet, unlike you? Do you have all the 'sweet-genes' or something?". It took me a moment to comprehend what she just said and I told her "It's not in the genes. It depends on how you want people to feel and how sensitive you are to other's feelings." Then I added "Pride, my dear." And then she told me that she threw a certain letter that someone gave her a year ago because she thought it was "too sweet" and too "corny" and after that, I gave her a speech. Our conversation went like this: Me: WHAT?! Why would you throw something like that? He wrote that letter with all his might regarding that he will probably get humiliated because of that and yet he still chose to write a love letter to you. Have a sense of gratitude. Just keeping that letter is a huge deal for him already and that means so much but you'll just throw it away??? Her: I kept it for a year... Me: And s

Yesterday, I took the aptitude exam and had an interview in the college I am planning to attend to. Everything went smoothly and fast while I was there. On my way home, I got all these questions  stuck in my head: (BA Journalism is the course I took by the way) What if I messed up? What if I wouldn't pass? What if they think I'm not good enough? What if I couldn't make the cut? Those questions had been in my head since yesterday and I am feeling so bad. I want to cheer myself up but I can't. I hate this feeling. Am I over-thinking? With those negative thoughts that I have, I decided to write here. We were told to return there on the 8th day of May, my father's birthday, and that just adds up to the problem. Two important events in one day. My life is so messed up right now. I want to distract myself from those thoughts but what else am I supposed to do this summer? I can write here everyday, yes, but that wouldn't distract me before May 8 comes. And t

"You have to work hard to achieve your goal." The most cliche line that people would say to motivate you. But honestly, the only one that can motivate you is yourself...Well unless you're at school and there's a certain activity where you look at your best friend and say "I'll join if you join." Agree? I started with this article without a title because i gotta be honest with you guys...I am in a conflict with myself about what to write about next, so I really need your help. Be open, tell me what you want me to write about and I'll try my best to write about it. You can ask me for help and I will rack my brain just to find the perfect advice for you because I wanna be someone who you can lean on and someone that you're not afraid to tell all your problems to I want to be that someone that you can actually call a friend because in my past, I needed someone that I could lean on because I was alone and I don't want anybody to experience tha

We all have these moments when we tell ourselves that our life's ruined. It might be because of a book, a movie, series, talk shows, or anything that we sank our hearts and feelings into. And it just happened to me...AGAIN. Here I am typing in my blog at 3am because I just paused a series that I am watching, I didn't just pause it, I closed that VLC media player and heaved out a stressed laugh because that series was ruining my life. I know that we all got disappointed from the wrong decisions that our favourite characters make and how impeccable their bad timing is, but maybe that's what's making the story more interesting. What if our life's a movie and people have been watching it? What if they get the same reaction we do when we get depressed, sad, or even happy with whatever the main character does? What if the voices in our head are actually the voices of the people watching over our life story? I have thought about that too, it sounds interesting but it

I am proud to say that I am a Marooner and one of the huge fans of Maroon 5. Their songs inspire me and makes my day complete just by listening to their songs. They may not know that I exist but they know that there's someone out there listening and adoring their music and that's already enough for me. I will forever support them and be one of those stars in the sky, they may not see all the stars but they know they're there. Some people complain about my addiction to this band, and that just makes me...I don't know the exact word to express what I'm feeling but it's close to feeling disappointed. They don't know how this band saved me. They don't know how this band inspire me. They don't know how the little things that this band do makes me happy. They don't know that this band is my life. They don't know how this band's music make my heart sing. They don't know how this band makes me smile. They don't know that I love this ba

Most of them say that being blind is hard. You wouldn't know where you are, you wouldn't know what's the color of this and that, you would't know how amazing earth is, you'll see nothing but darkness... But being blind doesn't mean you don't have any chances of living the good life in this world. You have the ears to listen, the nose to smell, the mouth to speak, and the skin to feel, and maybe, just maybe, that could be enough. You can listen to nature surrounding you. The rushing of the river, the chirping of the birds... You can smell what you're cooking and make it a perfect dish because you can smell the bad ones from the good ones... You can speak up your mind and also ask people for assistance because you can't really see them but you know they are there... And you have the skin to feel the wind sweeping on your face, the gentle touch of a person guiding you, the softness and roughness of things, and that's already enoug

Have you ever had a problem where you just want to forget about it? What did you do to forget? Drink? Yes, most probably. Why are we always finding ways to forget? To escape? To flush all our problems in our system for a while? Or to run away from the cruelties of life even for just a moment? I'm not saying that this is bad, because it isn't. It's like being on vacation for a little while, right? It's like putting all your problems in the recycle bin but restore it all again after. It's like putting your headphones on, volumes up, and disappearing from the world even for just a few moments. But escaping from these problems have limits, too.Imagine holding on to a rope that has been supporting you for too long, can it carry you forever? No. If we escape from pain, then can we call ourselves alive? If we don't have problems, are we really human? If everything goes our way, can we consider ourselves as a player from this so-called "Game of Life?"

Have you ever teased someone and felt good about it? What do you feel when you make someone jealous? Did you feel happy when you embarrassed someone in public? What are your answers? Are they all positive or negative? It can't be helped but most people like seeing other people suffer or be ashamed of themselves. I see this kind of "habit" everyday. The other side is laughing while the other side stays silent and hides what he/she truly feels. Which side are you on? The abused or the abuser? If you're the abuser, think about this: Will you want that to happen to you, too? You might have teased someone and tell the person that she/he's ugly, but who do you think is uglier? You might say he/she looks "Ugly" in appearance but who has the ugliest personality? You. Someone's crush is more sweet and friendlier to you but you let that someone know all the sweet things he does for you and laugh at her about it? How do you feel? Do you feel happy n

Feeling like giving up? Like the world is pushing you down? And having experienced being alone in a corner and you just suddenly cry? I know we've all been through this. We have pasts that we badly want to forget but there's always something that keeps us being reminded of it. This can't be helped. We can escape from the past but is doesn't mean we can never remember it.  Some people run from the tragic past, even I do. How do we run from it exactly? We patch it all up with something positive until it can't be noticed. I know we all do that. But all things that were just patched up has the possibility of a leakage, and that is the sad truth. I believe everyone needs something to spill all their feelings out on. And this is how I spill all my feelings, by writing on this blog (it's 1:30 in the morning and I don't care because this is my sanctuary). This has been a pretty tough day for me and I know I'm not the only one. I had been in a verge of

"Hurry up" "You gotta finish that already" "Aren't you done yet?" "What's taking so long?" Rushing people might be easy for you to do but you being the one being rushed doesn't feel great, does it? Once you rush people,it causes them to stress over the things they are doing, thus, leaving them to mess things up. Imagine following a dotted line with a marker and you gotta be careful but someone wants you to do it faster, will you mess up or not? Or imagine going to the grocery with a list your mom gave you but you only had 15 minutes to do it, will you get the exact groceries needed? I think not. If we rush them, then it wouldn't be good for them, would it? It will most likely lead them to thinking that they'll just stop on whatever they're doing and go to you even though the work's not finished, or worse, go to you with their work completely messed up. You can't escape this, you're not rushing them to su

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Let me tell you a short story about a girl who had been in a fight with herself. Choosing between her friends since it's the last time they'll be together and it's her best friend's birthday, or her family who didn't approve of the location they were going to. In the end, she went with her friends anyway because she trusts them They enjoyed themselves and laughters were shared but despite all that, the girl was still a bit worried about what awaits her when she arrives home. After a while, it was time for them to go home from the cold spring. While on her ride home, she was bracing herself for the unlimited nagging of her family but...after a while, a smile flashed across her face. Why? Because she knew it will all be worth it. She had the best time of her life and she knew she made the right decision. She was just over-thinking. She went home and no one nagged her at all because she sticked to her promise that they will go home early. And that's no proble

April 4, 2014, the day when we finally graduated. It seems like it was only yesterday when we first stepped into our classroom. Days do go by fast, huh? While our graduation song was playing in the background, almost all of us couldn't sing because we were already crying. Parents and guardians were in front of us and after singing our song, we gave them roses and that's when all of us broke into crying. To be honest, I have seen the most beautiful moment I could have seen in my entire life. Everyone was smiling with tears in their eyes and everyone was hugging one another. Even our teachers were teary-eyed. We all said our thanks and apologized to the ones that we've hurt. Our past teachers came, too. Nothing could have been better than that. Today I woke up and realized that I can never study to our school ever again. I won't see the same faces that I have seen everyday in that school. And that school's name is Conperey. Then I also realized that I won't s

There's no denying it, us teens will always lose in a fight with our parents or family members. They mostly nag about things that aren't true... but if we talk back? They'll call it disrespect ... but if we don't talk back, then they won't be corrected, thus, making our reputation worse. In the end, we'll end up not talking because it's the right thing to do . Because it is, we should always do the right thing. I am not saying that we should talk back but sometimes, we just need to voice out what we really think, what we really feel. They tell you that you should be open to them but it turns out you can't. They are older than you and they are always right. That's one thing that they want you to know. Then they mostly have very high expectations from us... You've done your best but your best isn't enough for them... Then they'll compare you with someone else. Then you'll end up feeling like a failure. You k

Everywhere I go, I can hear about people being insecure and don't love themselves enough... "I'm not skinny enough." "I wish I have a body like hers." "I'm too fat." "I'm so ugly." "Being ugly must be my talent." Those are just some common lines that are being said by most people. Reason? People are too judgmental. "Ugh. Look at her. Does she even belong here?" "Ew. What are you wearing?" "HAHAHA! You're so fat!" I recall waiting for my food in the mall then this group of girls were standing behind me then I heard one of them say "Let's go judge people" and you know what, they are really really really lucky that there are a lot of people in the mall or else I would have given them a lecture. I can never forget that moment because the feeling I had that time was unexplainable. But come to think of it, being judged cannot be escaped. It's already in the hu

We can’t deny that we’ve all been through this rough decision. You wanna go home but your friends want you to stay? You wanna buy your favorite shoes but your mom insists that the shoes she picked was better? You wanna be a teacher but your parents wants you to be an engineer? Those are just some of the hard decisions to think over. Whether you’ll go for what you want but the other side gets disappointed or you follow the wants of others and you just have to bear with it.  But to think of it, sometimes you have to fight for yourself. I mean, yes, you want to make them happy, but what about you? Are you gonna be happy? Yes, sometimes you have to think about others before yourself but it doesn't mean you have to do it all the time...because sometimes, people can abuse you for that. Would you want that? Definitely not. But then the thought that you're risking something over your happiness might come into mind. Take for example, your friendship. Yes, they

I know most of us have thought about this act. Suicide. What makes us think about this?  Yes. Problems, problems, problems. We all think that dying is the gateway to solving whatever life throws at us. No existence, no problem! NO more bullying, no more stress. You're free! But... What do we gain from being dead? We'll have nothing to do but look at all these people breathing, talking, eating, running, walking, LIVING. Doing all the things that you can do no more.  I don't know what it feels like to be dead (because I still get to post these stuffs) but look at it this way... You're dead. You're a ghost. You see your family weeping over you because you killed yourself. You wanted to hug them and tell them that you're gonna be okay, but you cant, and you're not even close to being okay. You look to your left and you see your classmates, friends, and teachers whom you thought will never go to your funeral, but you see them th