Shi

I can't believe I always write about this stranger whose eyes have never met mine.

I have lot of stories in my mind, but why are they only stuck in my mind? Why can't I let it out? Why can't I write about it? Bakit parang hanggang imagination ko lang siya?

Don't say something as if you know me that well because you don't. 

I'm trying to be brave, but every day is so tough. I don't know what to do anymore; I felt like a ghost and had no idea what to do. I'm becoming used to the fact that there will be no rest and healing in this journey. I'm all drained! I got nothing to myself, already and yet I give and give. Offer comfort and be there! Leave me, and be happy.