CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT
10.13
Doctor Sunmi told me, it'll be better if I continue writing down anything, as in anything which can lead to waste my emotions down.
I'm into pens and writing since I can remember, so I think, hindi na ako mahihirapan pang isali sa daily routine ko ang journal entries.
So... what now? I guess, I am uh, fine? I am obviously writing right now, so I am in a good condition.
No, lemme rephrase that. I am in my worst good condition. You see, ngayon na lang ulit ako nakahawak ng panulat at papel... nagsusulat ako, binubuhos ko ang emosyon ko, and heck i don't know what to write anymore now that something or more like, someone is missing in me.
It seems like I have to do a long search for that same, old, and lifetime trail but i've got no directions to trace.
I am dead, lifeless and blank.
Love,
Rio K.
