Living Inside My Head

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...

I never expected this much, but wow, thank you. Sorry if I am a lazy blogger but still, you stayed. Thanks to everyone who had given their time to read some of my articles, and sorry if they suck for some of you. But still, THANK YOU SO MUCH. This makes me blog even more XD

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...