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Sometimes it comes at one point in our lives when we ask ourselves, why do people always leave? Hindi ko alam but right now, I feel so down...nope, I think the right word is sad. It's just that I know one person whom I'll never see again, well technically I can still him but not as usual you know. Don't get me wrong, I'm not really that close to that person but then, you know, that feeling of being left behind makes me feel this way. I'm not really a huge fan of goodbyes. I'm not good at one to say the least. Minsan talaga I get too emotional but then I really can't help it. Having to report to work knowing that one person is gone is kind of different and then there's a looming feeling of another person leaving again.  They say people come to teach us something and they go when they're finished with the roles that they have to play. I don't know if what this person taught me in my current state of life is that I should already learn how to a...

There are so many things that are happening in my life that I'm already at a point wherein any major problem can trigger my mental and emotional break down. Right now, I'm very thankful for having been able to find friends that can enlighten me about the ups and downs of my current situation. It is them that gave me a whole new perspective as to how to go on with my life. I'm a little bit shocked about the things that I've learned about myself and about them as well. Minsan nga talaga mas makikilala mo sarili mo sa point of view ng ibang tao na hindi ka pa masyadong kakilala. Dun mo marerealize na there are certain things na minsan hindi mo makita pero nakikita ng iba and that things are the ones that cause problems that sometimes you cannot correct instantly,like for example, attitude. Kanina lang na-realize ko na 'yung mga tao na dati akala ko is ang taas taas eh yun pa yung mga tao na magpakilala sakin kung sino talaga ako. I mean all my faults and unnecessary ka...

i miss those moments when a random thought comes into my mind and suddenly i begin to write those thoughts on paper... i miss the people and the events that inspires me to write a poem or an entry that describes what i feel about them... i miss having my own time just to ponder on what things to write on my  journal about random things that i see... i miss sipping my instant coffee and staring into my monitor hoping that a good line would just pop into my mind for the entry that i'm writing... i miss spending my time revising my almost 4-year old "novel" that i think would never have the chance to be finished... i miss imagining myself to be writing my own books and making a fortune out of it... i miss sitting on my dorm bed with only the light coming from my study table to help me organize my thoughts... i miss checking out my word bank just to find the perfect word for the things that i'm feeling... i miss the feeling of going insane...