I get jealous easily. What’s mine is mine. I’m as stubborn as hell and there’s nothing you can do about it. I over analyze the smallest of the things and probably come of as a bitch to simply guard myself but it really bothers me to see you with somebody else.
Usually I write down what I feel. I spend my alone/me/agot time here on this micro blogging site which I call it to be “my refuge of emotional entrapment and from reality itself” shit. I’ve stopped the daily updates since… I don’t know, since I got bored? Since I lost time for it? But you can’t lose time for something you love right?
In fact, there hasn’t been a single day in recent memory in which I bounded out of bed just dying to get my hands on the keyboard, my head bursting with the desire to write, to get something – anything – down on the page.
Minsan parang gusto ko talaga ma-confine sa hospital. Not that I’m sick pero I just want to see who’s gonna be there to visit. I want my family to be there, my friends, and my not-so-unexpected visitors tulad ng mga crush ko hihi!!
"GUHRAHBEEEHH! SOBRANG PAYAT MO PALA?!! KUMAKAIN KA BA? BAKA LIPARIN KA NG HANGIN. ANG HINA MO SIGURO."
Una sa lahat, fuck you, fuck you hard!!!!!!!
I’m sick and tired of being discriminated because of my weight. People say I’m too thin to do and lift things. They have doubts that I may not have the capacity to pull off and rack up anything which is complete and utter bullshit. I don’t like being blamed for not eating much when they don’t even see how much I try to gradually increase my food intake each day. I don’t like being laughed at, no one does, so back off.
I may be skinny but I am definitely not stupid.
I am aware of my body’s needs. I eat perfectly sensible meals three times a day, but what I eat (good or bad) doesn’t make any difference at all – even when I ate really badly I gained nothing. Gotta kick this metabolism into high gear but eating more than the amount I burn has always been my goal. I may be a little bit lenient but still working on it.
You don’t have to rub it in my face that I’m skinny. Alam kong totoo pero you don’t see me calling you a duckface fatass pig don’t you?
I am not a “hot” girl. I will probably never turn you on, or take your breath away, or impress your friends with the way I look… but I can make you laugh and make you feel wanted, and sometimes I can be really cute. I really wish that could be enough, just once.
I know it’s wrong, but there’s a little part of me that hopes you will never find someone as good as me. That you always ache for what you used to have. and there’s an even bigger part of me that can’t wait for the day when you come crawling back, asking for me. Cause on that day, I might not be there. I mean, I probably will be, but you know I just want that feeling back.