It's been almost a year since my first actual heartbreak. During this state of calamity, being on lock down has got me going to memory lane and found this piece. He was my first of a whole lot of things. My first love. This piece I wrote a year ago could almost sum up everything I've gone through during that dark time. broken things it starts off at the break of dawn, you wake up with cold sweat a tear slipped down your eye -- you didnt even notice you try to catch your breathe as you try to shake off that dream it was him again this was the 4th consecutive night your hand holds the prescription bottle that reads to take the pill only once you take three and drift off it's 9 oclock and the hallways are a mess your head throbs at the pain you feel the blood rushing through your ears people talking all over each other a familiar song plays somewhere in the picture you walk faster as you grip your bag tightly the noise wasn't the problem; no it was you you only wanted to hear one voice one voice that didnt want to be heard any longer you're sitting by the window a hazy afternoon sets the mood your teacher scribbles and talk in a language u cant seem to understand so you close your eyes and finally the world is silent you feel nothing and it means everything a moment of peace a spell good enough to last until u saw a glimpse, a fraction of that blinding smile you asked to be excused and broke down its 11 oclock and your left with the voices every piece of u rubbed and reeling because what they dont tell u is your heart isnt the only thing that gets broken I'm not publishing this because I still have hang ups or whatnot. I'm already at peace, I've moved on. I'm in a better place now, with my new found love. I just thought it would be nice to share it, someone might be able to relate.
I started college with little to no support coming from my family. I can't blame them tho, life was pretty hard for us to afford college. I had to stand up on my own just to get by. Good thing I have a boyfriend who supports me all the way. But I can't let him shoulder it all, so, I had to accept sidelines just to finance my studies. It was fortunate of me to be blessed with talented hands to do crafts. And now, I'm so proud to say that I'll be graduating next year! So, let me share with you my works that helped me all through out my college journey.
This Quarantine has been a threat to my mental health since I had a lot of time to overthink things. This is surely a depressing time but I found my inner peace by writing. I found my way back into my first love, which is writing. And there I realized that this pandemic may seem worse but it will only get worser if you let it ruin your peace. With this, I wanna share to you my sanctuary.
Hi! It's been so long since I planned to post my story in another platform aside from wattpad and now here I am, hoping that my story can be featured here.
My story is entitle "Who Are You," it's a tagalog-english teen fiction story so I hope, those filipinos who visit here can read my story!
WHO ARE YOU: PRELUDE
Sinungaling na ba ako kung sasabihin ko sa inyo ang pangalan ko? Hindi ako sure kung anong sasabihin kong pangalan ko pero may nagsasabi sa aking wag nalang magpakilala sa inyo.
May gusto lang naman akong itanong... Paano kung may makilala ka sa kasalukuyan na nagpapaalala sayo sa nakaraan? Anong gagawin mo kung ang nakilala mo sa kasalukuyan ay may tinatago pa lang sikreto na kahit siya mismo ay walang alam pero may kinalaman sa iyong nakaraan? Anong gagawin mo kung ang dalawang ito ay may koneksyon? Anong pipiliin mo? Ang nakilala mo sa nakaraan? O ang nagpakilala bilang ibang tao sa kasalukuyan? Past? Or Present?