But if you want just one answer, then…
To be loved.
Who wouldn’t love that? who wouldn’t want to be loved by the person you love? Who wouldn’t want to be treated special and important? I want to feel that.
Sorry but I’m not that generous enough to keep giving love. I’ve been doing that for a long a time. I’m getting tired.
Now, I want to be loved.
Sana may gumawa sakin neto :”>
Sana may gumawa talaga saken neto. :(
Sabihin ko sana sa birthday ko gusto ko may ganito from baby picutres up to the present. Kaya lang wag na. Hahaha. Aasa lang ako. OJT ko at wala ako dito sa dorm, nasa paranaque ako. huhuhu. Grabe magbebente na ako. ge.
Many have said, ” Run. Save yourself before you get hurt. ”
But I didn’t listen.
I let myself go into this path. This is where I feel the happiness I’ve been longing for. But from time to time, I can feel pain. Ten times stronger than happiness. So strong that I almost give up and stop going on. But, a part of me wants to continue, and it wins, from time to time.
I’m going farther away from the people who told me to run away, away from this person holding my hands.
” My entire body is shaking. I’m losing it. A day might be just twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through just one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.”Adam, Where She Went
We are the generation of the selfie and of self-induced sadness,
born in the same year that three of my idols would commit suicide.
Most poets die with the lights on,
but we all plan on drowning. We are the generation of grounding
lightning into coffee beans, of pulling strings from the hems of our dresses until we unravel,
of leaving footprints in the gravel on the way to the edge of the world. I am a computer girl,
and I was born in the year of the boar. Maybe that’s why I’m a whore,
and my best friends are all pigs,
and I dig my own grave every time I open my mouth.
We are the generation of meaningless trophies, it’s true.
My parents like to tell me: “you
think that you deserve everything.” But we are a generation of scraping,
watching our parents cry over housing prices
and dying white clothes black to blend in.
We are children of the wind, born to land wherever freedom settles us
and we take our parent’s debt with us everywhere.
We are a generation of change and of chains, and mostly
I think we deserve any fame we can get:
thirty people hitting “like” on a status.
Girls posting photos of themselves naked have earned every moment of bliss
they receive from finding themselves beautiful in their own skin.
We are a generation of women airbrushed to perfection
and daughters taking pills to feel pretty again.
And mostly, I don’t like to make sweeping generalizations about my friends
but I think it’s okay
if at the end of some days we feel like relaxing,
taking a photo of our dinner,
telling two hundred near-strangers how lucky we feel
to be existing anywhere at all.
So I am not in the good mood today and I need to do something to feel good. So I decided to watch and study that dance tutorial of Wiggle by Matt Steffanina. The steps are easy but I still need to practice the timing and ‘“swag”. Lol. I don’t think I have that. I am more of a contemporary dancer.And plus my knee injury, I can’t do that “dropping low” step.
And success, I somehow I feel good and alive today.
"Hindi ka niya mahal. Gusto ka lang niya. Magakaiba yun."
“Kung nakikipaglaro sya, makipaglaro ka, pero matakot ka sa karma.”
” Gusto nyang kasama at ikaw yun. Pero hindi ka niya mahal.”
“Ikaw lang ba? Baka naman may iba pa?”
“Sorry for the term ha, pero gusto lang niya kalandian.”
“Hindi malabong iwan ka. Kasi wala naman syang dapat panindigan.
“Masasaktan ka, sinasabi ko sayo. Ngayon pa lang gawan mo ng paraan yan.
“Mahirap yan. Masasaktan ka. Ramdam namin yung lungkot at sakit na nararamdaman mo. Siguro wala pa sa nararamdaman namin ung nararamdaman mo.”
“Pareho tayo ng sitwasyon. Yung sayo nga lang mas mahaba na ang itinakbo. Mas masakit na yan.”
Minsan lang sila magsalita pero… totoo at sapul sa puso.