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Rasha: Please, publish mo na ate! Ang  dami mong drafts.
          Me: I'm not confident enough to publish it. Pinagiisipan ko pa kung itutuloy ko pa sila. 
          

Always starting. Names, characters' personality, plot, twist, conflict, end. In the end, "Fuck, it's not good enough. Did I really write this? God! No! Delete!" 

I always think about Miles Halter and Alaska Young. Is that fucking normal? I'm upset.

I always think about Miles Halter and Alaska Young. Is that fucking normal? I'm upset.

I don't know what to do with the drafts, I just wanna write but I don't wanna publish them. My mind is so so so clouded right now. "A Book For Lana" is really really fascinating though my ideas about that draft aren't concrete yet. 

Tomorrow, I'll publish chapter 10 of Dear No One. Haha. Though, still have so many school works to do. Anyway, just sharing. 

I can't keep my pillows dry like there's a sea in my eyes. 

I thought that you would be the hero, come and save the day but you're a villain, your sins unforgiven. 

Love sinks and hope floats in a river of tears. 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/47339629-dare-kissing-ice-cauliffe Kindly read po. Thank you! :)