thoughtsinthemargins
[SOON]
The world has never been kind to me. Lahat ng araw, bawat gabi, it whispers that I am too much, or too little, or simply broken beyond repair.
People see Dianna Jeann Villanueva-the girl who laughs, the girl who shines, the girl who seems untouchable-but they don't see the shadows that follow me, the memories that haunt every heartbeat, the pain that taught me to guard every part of myself.
Life has been cruel, unfair, and unrelenting. I learned too early that the people who are supposed to protect you can sometimes hurt you the most. Every kindness I offered was met with betrayal. Every smile was a shield against a world that refused to be gentle.
That's why I learned to hate-hate easily, hate fiercely, especially the men who were supposed to understand me, but never did. Every laugh, every casual glance, every word I speak hides a storm inside, a storm born from a past no one should endure but somehow I did.
And yet, I survive. I move forward, even when the weight of my own anger drags me down. I build walls around myself, carefully crafted and unbreakable, because trust is a weapon the world has taken from me.
My heart has scars too deep to heal fully, yet it beats anyway, quietly screaming for justice, for understanding, for a kindness that has always been just out of reach.
This is my story-a life shaped by cruelty, a soul hardened by pain, a girl who learned too young that the world doesn't owe her mercy.
And if you think you can break me, think again. I've survived worse than anything you could ever throw my way.