I feel like there are too many things going on in the blogosphere and I have to do award and tag posts. While I am not a fan of either, I think it would be fun. Ah, my word play is really something 🤪
It was one of those nights.
She was not feeling anything in particular. She didn’t even know what she was thinking. But then, just like that, it all came in one big avalanche.
She hates her heart for feeling this much. She hates herself for feeling way too much.
Happiness. Big word.
It’s 2AM again. I am usually so emotional at this hour but right now, I don’t need distraction. My emotions are in check compared to the days that it was in shambles since March began. My heart doesn’t hurt. In fact, I’m kind of happy. Happy. The word has started to sound strange and indifferent. But, at this very moment, I will welcome it with open arms just how I embrace sadness. Fair enough? 🙂
It was on a Monday. I was on my way to the city—not to work but to take the bus to the North.
Pampanga is one of those places I can call home. It was my first time going there on weekdays. It has always been a quick visit on weekends, a day or two. Now that Junice and I got ourselves another soul that as passionate but just as sad as ours, two days became three. Two people became three.
For the past two weeks, I thought I was doing okay. I thought I was getting better. I take a bath. I write. I’m building up my blog through social media. I eat properly. I keep learning how to do cupcakes. I’ve been doodling. I actually applied for a job that is not online. But, since March started, I feel like I took more step backwards than I did forward.