mea culpa, mea culpa

[ermitakid]

i don't know what to say.

but actually i do. i just don't know if i should say it. i mean, after that day, and that statement, which came from nowhere but my soul, i dont think i should say anything else.

at the back of my mind are burnt the words: "can i start over?"

can i say it over again? (when you don't have to laugh)

*ISANG MALUPIT NA BUNTONG HININGA*

irony hits me hard ALWAYS

that moment i just thought that maybe, i should join the bandwagon of revelations. so i did. and everything's okay. so it seems.

is everything okay? (wait, was that grammatically sound?)

there were no expectations. the admission was selfish in the sense that i just wanted it off my chest.

*WRONG TIMING, pota*

i'm just the wrong everything (for you). from the fact that i'm not religious to the fact that i'm of the wrong _ _ _/ _ _ _ _ _ _.

i'm obviously not within the range of your permissible choices.

gago ako. tanga ako. (but then, what's new?)

buti na lang, merong nagmamahal sakin. kundi. pota. ewan.

tanginang irony yan o. makagraduate na nga!

*bow*