I. At the end of the day, It will only be just you alone and it’s okay. You gotta need to help yourself or else you’ll end up drowning. Wake up, dear. It’s okay.
II. I want to go somewhere and just cry out loud and have a coffee after. But I’m stuck here. With the same faces, same cycle, and same old misery.
III. Pushing people away is easier than explaining things repeatedly. They’re just curious and going to leave anyway.
IV. Fuck this.
I can’t help but to cry as I write this. I miss you. I miss our talks. You know—-listening to my ugly cries on the phone until I fall asleep. I’m having a hard time right now and I wish you’re here to listen to me. I’m scared. I’m having the same anxiety again. I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to write something like this. It sucks that things won’t be the same anymore between us. I’m sorry, kuya. I miss you.
Because roses are too mainstream. Thank you, P. :)