22/10/29
Baguio Worst Experience.
tw: don't go alone in baguio city.
How'd the ending become the start?
Am I satisfied? Or a sign of regret?
However, it's cursed.
Writing the piece of my shit danes. It's sixth of november twenty twenty two.
It's all over my head, ranging idiotic phase inside my deepest soul.
It's real, a blood, your scream.
No questions, why?
No it is wasn't true.
But already summarize.
It's my fault.
Blame, itself.
How dare my mind to remind it well, like I felt I'm in the arms of whom I love?
Rewind. I beg to stop.
Trembling toes but here I am.
Consequences as dart word targets.
I am continuing my fight but this time I will bring myself back.
Maybe to resume, I will start with faith to Him for me to stand up firm again.
