A collection of my hazy thoughts.

"The more you hate, the more you love." Ayy, weh?! Kasi sa pagkakaalam ko, I hate him with a passion, BUT I'm not in love with him. Never will be. But he triggers something in me. Nakaka-trigger pumatay ng lalaking bastos na nga, napakalandi pa. "Rude guys aren't my thing." - Zyllah Faith Trinidad "In-denial girls are always my type." - Mark Ethan Herrera

He is my first kiss. It was unplanned. It was purely accidental.

Nagmahal. Umasa. Nasaktan. Lahat ng hatred, frustrations, at angst ko sa buhay, inilalabas ko na lang sa pamamagitan ng pagsusulat ng isang journal; ang journal ng isang broken hearted. Can it really help in easing my pains?

It's all about the love story I've always dreamed. Can this be real?