Dear Katharine

October 9, 20xx

October 9, 20xx
10:37 P.M.

Dear Kath,

                   I'm sorry I have not written for the past few days. It's just that I've been frequenting that bilyaran we went to last time I wrote. I've gotten used to the stink of cigarettes and I've even tried one. Aren't you proud of me? I'm living my one and only life. My mom won't be proud for sure. She will get angry instead. That's why whenever she asks where I'm going, I tell her I'll work on my project with Rhea, or I'm writing a paper in Alexa's house. But I feel guilty afterwards because I realize how much Mama trusts me. I'm such a terrible daughter.

                   But you know what, your kuya was the one who reprimanded me for smoking. He's being overprotective, saying, "Kababae mong tao, naninigarilyo ka!" So what? What if I'm a woman? But I remember he's like that with you, I suppose he's missing being a kuya over someone, that's why he does that.

                 Anyway, one of Kuya Chard's friends asked for my number. He is super cute. Is this what it feels like to be pretty? But I wasn't able to give it to him because guess what? Your kuya didn't let me. He's super annoying! He should just mind his own damn business.

                 Rob also told me that the guy asking for my digits was catcalling me before. So Rob asked me why I wasn't irritated by him when I get upset when men disrespect me. That's when I realized I'm a hypocrite. I hate it when other guys whistle at me, but when they're cute, I forgive them. Why? Do looks serve a free pass for evil doings?

                  I also noticed that people started noticing me when my skin got lighter. I mean, that was my goal. But imagine how much we prefer whiteness that we overlook someone's beauty because they're dark. I don't know why this is and why we let this be, but I'm no better than anyone.

                 By the way, Alexa invited me to her birthday party tomorrow. I wanted to come, but I'm sure there will be alcohol and smoking in there. I don't judge drinkers and smokers; I used to because before I don't see the point why they consume them, but I'm now getting it. That's why I want to try them. But I think I have rebelled enough against Mama. Oh, Kath, I hope you were here. I could only tell you my problems, but I don't get to hear any advice. I should ask Rob.

                 Kuya Chard just messaged me. I'll see I can write again tomorrow.