CHAPTER 15
I fantasize about my death a lot. I wish when that day comes, it feels like home. Hindi na kasi kayang ayusin ng tulog ang nararamdaman kong ganitong pagod. I lay in bed for hours and don't have the desire to get up. Gusto kong magpahinga pero I need to stand up at palipasin na naman ang araw katulad ng lagi kong ginagawa.
"Let's break up."
Bakit mas marami pa akong rason mamatay kaysa mabuhay?
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Hit it dudes
-MissteriousGuile
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LAST SUNSET
Teen FictionWhat is more difficult, living or existing? What is more painful, meeting the wrong person at the right time or meeting the right person at the wrong time?
