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I've always wondered what it would be like if we had the choice of being born or not. And if we had, would I still choose to be born?

I don't know, actually. Life is still a big puzzle I'm trying to solve

Why do people like to spend their time making playlists for someone they aren't even sure of? They even say that music is better when you think of someone while listening to it. But sorry not sorry, my playlist isn't going to be played for anyone.

I'm not that sociable. I spent all my summers learning, nung bata ako. My Grandmother used to enroll me in every class she could get me into. Ballet, figure skating, and had me play an instrument.

It was all helpful until she died. I was the only cousin who has no parents so, I had no power to the family and ended up living alone. I declined the help of my Tita kasi I can't see myself being dependent to them

Good thing my former language teacher owns a coffee shop near a university, and is very convenient. I started helping at 15, cleaning the dishes. And when I turned 18, I was already at the front cashier, making coffee and frappes for the customers

I'm still working at the same coffee shop for the past 3 years, and currently preparing for college with my own money. For short, my life sucks. So would you still blame me for what I said?

Adding to that, I now see the person I like whom I see everyday entering the shop.

Everyday, Every 3:00 in the afternoon, he enters the door right infront of the shop, greets me with a smile and goes at the third table on the first row beside the window.

Okay na sana ang lahat if only the reason he comes here is not seeing her girlfriend here in front of my face teaching her the same fucking Math problem everyday

Do you think that's where the problem stops? Wait until you hear him asking me to be her girlfriend's tutor.

Extra job for my college shits

And that is where this story starts. Me, Infront of her girlfriend's house, and later gonna be teaching her some math shits only to see his brother. Only in a towel. Opening the door for me. With BRUISES

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