Just This Time

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I'm writing here as part of my therapy. I figured that it would help me let go some parts in my life and just move on. Maybe this writing therapy would work, maybe it wouldn't and I would probably committed suicide. We'll never know. Life works in strange ways. I'm currently listening to Candy wrappers by Summer Salt. I love the vibe of this songs as well as the lyrics.

"Well, my love. She vanished in the cool August moon, way too soon."

Actually this was Noah's idea. Noah is my online friend we met on a chat app and it was quite cool knowing him. He's that silent smart guy who plays instruments maybe that's why we clicked. Both of us suck at keeping conversations so we just send memes from time to time. I never met him in person, I wish I could. He has beautiful bright blue eyes with dirty blonde hair just like mine. He's a German Norwegian doing an exchange program in America. He also undergo depression and writing helped him. Little did he know that he had a talent for writing. So I told myself, if it worked on Noah then maybe it will work on me too. But, sadly, I'm not a good writer so please bare with me. I'm just trying to keep my sanity.

Let me tell you something about my myself. I came from a broken family, didn't have a lot of friends to begin with, suffering from anorexia and I was raised in Southeast Asia in the warmer areas near the equator, the tropical island of the Philippines. I'm sorry if that's all I can say about myself, I have trouble with my memory. I forget a lot. Summer was pretty much the same. During summer vacation I'm usually with my grandparents. Grandma gets lonely because she's all alone in the house and my grandpa has work during the day in the "Barangay" but when he gets home from work he never forgets to bring the food that I love. I pretty much grew up with them and feel loved in their home but during the last week of summer they went to America. I can't actually remember what happened in those days and I forgot what happened during the other consecutive days.

I didn't notice that it was already June and school is going to start tomorrow and so are the rains. Quite agitated on the first day of school. Three of my closest friends all transferred to different schools and only four of us went to the same new school. I miss them so much. This is my last year before I go to college.I hope this year would be better. I hope.