Adaydreamer Stories

These pages weren't written to impress. They weren't planned, outlined, or polished. They just happened-on days I felt too much or nothing at all (or trip lang talaga). This isn't a story with clear chapters or tidy endings. It's a journal of all the versions I became while trying to figure out who I really was. Some days, I disappeared. Some days, I burned too bright. But every entry, every version... was still me. If you're reading this, I hope you find something honest here. Even if it's a little messy. Started: May 21, 2025 Ended: (still on going)