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I’ve been crying and feeling super depressed for over three days now. Nababaliw na ata ako. The worst thing is, I can’t even tell it to anyone (well, except for Kristia). I’m afraid it will only worry ForeverGuy and Muy. Plus, I really can’t explain why, so it’s no good for me to open up.

Is quarter-life crisis too early for me?

Random musings

The other night, I cried all kinds of tears—of happiness, contentment, frustration, guilt, fear and impatience.

I wonder what’s in store for us. Too damn scared of the future…

I want to see the world as you see it. I want to see myself as you see me. And I like for you to see yourself as I see you.

Are you happy? You’ll tell me if not right?

I’m bone-deep exhausted. I want to sleep… for a week.

To you who makes everything worthwhile: I’m sorry for being a crazy bitch lately.

Will it ever stop? The waiting, I mean.

Come September, come. I miss you Mum, so much I can’t even fathom where it’s coming from.

Happy father’s day next week to a nonexistent Dad.

I want to have the kind of family where my kids would ask for my help, where my husband would come home every night and where we will never grow tired of saying “I love you” to each other.

I miss you… you’re being eaten up again by Med School. Can’t even say I love you without sounding obligatory.

By the way, your temper is pretty scary.

I can’t make excuses every time.

Me to Hannah: I’ve given them what they want before. It’s time they hand this one over to me.

There will always be that thin line between love and contentment.

At the end of the day, I still wanna hold your hands, rest my head on your chest and feel your heart beat as I start dreaming.