Csunny Stories

Fear is to be expected.

It's all a dream and it's all reality.

Sometimes, the start is an end.

This story is kinda like the more you hate the more love, she hated boys and Isa pa takot Siya sa commitment that's lagi siyang bitter because of her fear

What does the rain mean to you?

These are random thoughts that are in my head.

Poetry.

You hear me.

I carry hope. Want some?

To those who feel alone, I too.

Being tied down by the four seasons.

How sweet is the hand that let go.

To the future daughter.

All my thoughts.

Our beautiful days.

It's so hard to be happy when we hold on to what hurts, judges, and break us. Let go.