sometimes it’s hard for me to reconcile things as they are with things as they were.
there is something about traditions and rituals from your childhood that seem so important, simply because they got there first.
they stick with you as being what should be, rather than just, simply, what was.
:::
i wasn’t born perfect.
perfect enough to meet everyone’s expectations.
perfect enough to be looked up onto, perfect enough to drive people’s insecurity and envy and seemingly perfect like i have everything in this world.
not all people who smile are really happy and not all who tear are sad.
they say, sometimes it’s easier to smile and pretend like nothing’s wrong than to explain to people why you are sad.
i have my own share of loneliness just like everyone here.
i have everything to be happy, i just do not how to count my blessings.
:::
amp. NONSENSE.
haay…
hindi ko maintindihan sarili ko…
eto na naman ako, nasa kawalan…
;(
[04.14.09]
