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August 2.
Emotional breakdown. Because I am tired. Physically and emotionally.
I never thought leaving would be this hard.
I never thought I'd miss everything I left and cry about it like a baby because I am such an idiot.
I sometimes wonder if what I'm doing is still correct? Why does it feel like I'm still in a dream or in a daze, and not ready to wake up?
Why does it have to be so hard?
(8/2/2016)
BINABASA MO ANG
la carta de amor
Non-FictionFor my love, Gabriel. Everything I've kept hidden; everything I wanted to say. How I caged the wild, how I tamed the love. How I built this wall. How I hid from you. My love that was never given, and will never be given, I hid it here in this saf...
