Shits got me thinking that maybe I'm free to do mistakes.
To do bad.
To be awful.
Like them.
Like you!
I think it's fine because there is this word "sorry". It can fetch it a bit. It can mend it a bit. A. Bit.
Shits got me thinking apologies exist so we can have the opportunity to make mistakes again. Because we tend to repeat our faults despite knowing that its wrong.
Sorry!
BINABASA MO ANG
Sentiments
RandomRandom things. Just the graphic representation of the voices in my head. You can go. They are not desperate to be heard, anyway.