i never thought i’d write something like this. hindi ganito ang gusto kong ending.
i always imagined i would leave with a final chapter—complete, polished, meaningful. but not all stories are given that kind of grace. some just… stop. mid sentence, mid feeling, mid everything.
and this is mine.
i’m going on hiatus. hindi ko alam kung kailan ako babalik—o kung babalik pa ba ako. all i know is that the words that once saved me… are now the same words i can no longer hold without breaking.
ang pagsusulat dati, pahinga ko. ngayon, parang bawat letra may bigat na hindi ko na kayang buhatin.
to everyone who stayed, who read quietly or loudly, who waited for updates even when i couldn’t give them, thank you. you made this space feel like home. at masakit isipin na ako mismo ang kailangang umalis dito.
but sometimes, you don’t leave because you stopped loving something. you leave because you’re slowly losing yourself while holding on to it.
and i can’t afford to lose what little of me is left.
sa mga salita, sa mga opinyon— please, be gentle. hindi lahat ng nakikita niyo, buong kwento na. not everything you judge is something you fully understand. words carry weight. mas mabigat pa minsan kaysa sa kaya naming dalhin.
and sometimes, it’s not the loud hate that breaks someone, it’s the quiet accumulation of small, careless words. i'm not writing this out of anger, wala na akong lakas para magalit. i'm writing this because i’m tired. pagod na pagod na.
if one day i find my way back, i hope i return as someone who still knows how to feel without falling apart. someone who can write again—not just to escape, but to live.
but for now… this is where i close the door.
not with certainty, not with closure—but with whatever fragile strength i have left to let go.
