day 2

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A day of connection.

Totally feel incomplete, heart is searching for something. dont know what and i dont know why!

😢 its just hurt.

What if the results are true?

This is so hilarious.

What a story of life. 

just waiting for my end?

Or  just tortured by painful truth. Well if that so...



it was sooooo cool.


Though it hurts heart must be strong.

Protagonist are strong at the end to defeat the antagonist. Forever a star 😎. Keep escaping from reality, live life long and strong. While others live hard, live smart. But may be living idiot too. Hoping a guy to arrive and to remove his blocked thing then talk to the account. 😂😂 omg how do normal people face their problem? Just like a pro;


I want to say 'HEY!!! I REALLY MISSED YOU. O WANNA HUG YOU SO BADLY. HOPE WE ARE TOGETHER. BYEEEE..." or else, "why did you blocked me? Are you mad? Is there i need to know?" , "Rob, whats happening?" then theres a fear that *blocked* ftw

Or just simple hi. Then blocked 😭😭😭

Still here idiot... svafed to say a word

All courage have been on the pit of doubts and condemnation...

Waiting on the tic-tac of the clock... why time passes as fast as my hopes and loves fades...


//*i dont care about my grammar//

Just getting back to the old times reading the messages he sent...

Looking at the photos we have before and remembering the simple smile behind that 'sent thing'...

Well its just the past...

Memories...

But never be in memoriam...

Losing her memories... crying because the pain of needle and the smell of alcohol... carrying her by the chair with wheels and singing...

    "Bakit ba sila ganyan... puno ng galit ang isipan... bakit hindi ba tayo ganitoooo~~~ "

Sometimes rapping in my mind...

    "Come and take a sip from the cup as you make you think dont blink... like writing an alibi by pen and ink...    *** why dont you just talk to me~~~"

Making new world in my mind and making new stories behind the bars on my back...

Tears falling down from the red eys of the semi blonde girl once i loved... parted since birth... stroking er hair once again and saying i love you everytime she loses hope...

Looking on her phone always as she cant stand alone and she cant speak

   


    Something is eating her courage and adding dis as a prefix in front... waking up like no hopes.... full of doubts and Bags beside her..


Walking anywhere bringing her bags attached to her arms and looking straight forward to nothing...










Fainting....









Pulse lowering by 12%











Thinking about the love on her heart...

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