Ang Diary ng Buhay ko.

Ang Diary ng Buhay ko.

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Ako. Simple lang naman akong tao. Nagmula sa simpleng pamilya? Haha, Nga ba?Sorry for the rude introduction, medyo di kasi ako marunong magsulat e, idagdag mo pa na "Introvert" ako sa totoong buhay, so i'm having hard time opening up sa mga tao at bagay na di ko makakasanayan makasama. Kaya naman medyo lousy ang writing, well pake nio ba "Diary" ko naman to e. Leoxelle Delos Santos, isang 4th year Accountancy Student mula sa unibersidad ng Central Luzon, 19 years old at the moment. May jowa, yes naman, Jowable kaya ako. My partner and I has been together for effing seven years. Tagal na namin no. haha 1st year high school palang kasi kami na e, haha Landi ko no, ala e, feeling talaga namin para na talaga kami sa isa't isa. "Sana". Gwapo kaya nia, bansot nga lang, haha. Ooooops, Mahaba na to. Basta this is the start of "My Story of My Life". (background-music: Story of my Life: by One Direction) :P :P :D
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I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

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