Random things that I will not talk about nor think about ever again.
1. Inasmuch as blogs are in cyberspace and subject to be read by millions of people, I will not apologize for anything that I've written at any point my life. I've been blogging for four years now, and some of the things I've written I don't even remember, but despite that, I WILL OWN UP TO THOSE ENTRIES and I still won't apologize for anything I've written because THEY'RE MINE. Yes, I will take responsibility if those entries have hurt people, but it was YOUR choice to read them.
Sometimes, I don't even know why blogs were created. So far, apart from being a space where I vent out things, the only thing they've done for me is complicate my life.
And yet I can't seem to stop writing.
2. Bestfriends are overrated. (This means, I DON'T NEED ONE. Okay, I might need just a little more convincing, but still, bestfriends are overrated.)
3. Okay, I forgive you. But I still won't trust you. That's what you call a grudge.
4. Being faced with your own mistakes is hard. Harder for me right now because it entailed a necessary change of perspective. Minsan, ang pinakamasakit na bagay na mararamdaman mo ay ang malaman mong ikaw pala ang may kasalanan ng lahat ng mga pagpapasakit na ginawa mo sa sarili mo ng ilang taon. Ang malaman mong hindi ka naman pala dapat nagdaan sa ganun.
Hello Sartre, is this really what you call despair? (or anguish or forlorness? basta, one of those)
5. I'm not even bothering to lock this entry. Bahala na kung mabasa ng kung sino. Leche.
Sometimes, I don't even know why blogs were created. So far, apart from being a space where I vent out things, the only thing they've done for me is complicate my life.
And yet I can't seem to stop writing.
2. Bestfriends are overrated. (This means, I DON'T NEED ONE. Okay, I might need just a little more convincing, but still, bestfriends are overrated.)
3. Okay, I forgive you. But I still won't trust you. That's what you call a grudge.
4. Being faced with your own mistakes is hard. Harder for me right now because it entailed a necessary change of perspective. Minsan, ang pinakamasakit na bagay na mararamdaman mo ay ang malaman mong ikaw pala ang may kasalanan ng lahat ng mga pagpapasakit na ginawa mo sa sarili mo ng ilang taon. Ang malaman mong hindi ka naman pala dapat nagdaan sa ganun.
Hello Sartre, is this really what you call despair? (or anguish or forlorness? basta, one of those)
5. I'm not even bothering to lock this entry. Bahala na kung mabasa ng kung sino. Leche.