missing soul

Now I notice flaws in buildings the same way I notice typos.

As if naman may babalikan HAHA! Uhm hi?

Hey, are you gonna make more chapters on the ones you didn’t  finished????

Thanks po sa follow back 

Hi

Bakit andaming adds naman Wattpad, di ako makaread ng maayos. Hahayyyy 

padaan po

I remembered a certain person saying that if they became an artist, they would probably paint, draw, or make art their whole life. And I could clearly remember her saying it in front of me while doing a certain art project. And I remembered what I actually replied, “Di ta sure.” Cold. Emotionless. But with deep meaning. I wasn't bad at arts. Not good enough either. Just a simple kiddo trying stuff and testing what I was capable of.
          
          Sometimes, having such a unique talent to some felt like a blessing. But to others, it was more of a curse than a gift.
          
          Like how boring it would be doing the same stuff every day. I didn't know. Maybe to some it was fun. But to me. I would say... it felt more like a task I needed to comply with than a hobby I wanted to do during my free time.
          
          Sometimes I ended up asking myself, did I really like what I was doing? Or was I just trying to impress a certain person who didn't even care about these things. Compliments were addicting. I wanted to accomplish something that badly just to feel validated.
          
          Who wouldn't love sleep? Who wouldn't love to rest? Painting all along just to hear the words, “Kadali ra ana.” Yes, it was. If there were no emotions involved and nothing else attached. But I was tired. I started to hate what I was doing.
          

He seems so nice but he's literally out of my league. 

hi you might probably don't remember me but i am @syntheticwrites known as misspretty_a we've been friends before js wanna say thank you for the friendship before and always keep bleeding don't lose hope