Hello.
I'm here at a life-of-existence, with white walls and white ceilings, my home. In a room that sometimes resonated with laughter.. but more on tears of so much sadness, pain, suffering and anger. Hospital to be exact. It's sunday so nandito sana ako para sa check-ups pero sumakit nanaman ang ulo ko kanina. And now, nandito ako para magpalipas ng gabi. I forced Chan to go home. Para di sila maghinala. Para walang mag-alala.. but my heart says otherwise, 'Hey! I'm alone this white but so dark place! Please try to find me! Anyone find me!' The fuck is that.
I feel unheard and unseen. Depressed and weak. I'm hurt all the time. I'm tired. Really tired. Tired of suffering. Tired of crying. Tired of everything. Minsan gusto ko nalang maiyak kapag magkakasama kami't nagsasaya dahil hindi na 'ko magtatagal at di na ulit yun mangyayari pa. The heck. I don't want to cry for the pain I feel inside. I don't want them to pity me. Gusto ko lagi lang masaya.
But even tho I'm tired on all of this shit, I'm still fighting. I still want to be with them. Kahit na madalas na mabwisit ako sakanila, lalo na kay Seungkwan at Mingyu. Jusko. Yung dalawang yun. Kahit ganun, Mahal ko sila. Haha.
-Hoonie
Day97/Sunday
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