Time and again she commits the same fucking mistake, the last thing she wanted to do to him…hurt him. But why in the world after all those struggles, sacrifices and just simply underneath all the love, she still manages to commit the same fucking mistake.

It’s just too much blaaahs. Why does she talk too much, and her words are like stray bullets, you’ll never know you’re hit until you see blood dripping from your insides.

The irony in the everyday she lives make her sick. Everthing is just a roller coaster ride, she just wanted to jump out from it and crash her soul into oblivion.

And these are the times where the mystery of her life haunts her, the mystery that dwells in sickest insides of her lame life.

we’re not even half way there and though this may not be a picture perfect love affair,
it is real. More real anyone can ever imagine.

It was a tough ride, but i’m glad i have you with me.

Lifeless blog. It’s been ages since I wrote decent post or in whatever way you may define it. Actually I really never had posted anything here more 500 words long. I don’t know if I’m just lazing around or I’d just been out of my element for the past months or year I think. I can’t say I’m staying idle, it’s just I’ve stopped writing for a while, maybe because my freshman year as a nursing student did not require me to write that much. But I know that’s not an excuse because passion is passion and if it’s really something I want I can do it whenever I want to.

“But now that creating is a lifestyle, I feel as if I have demystified the creative process. It is no longer something daunting, no longer so subject to my moods. Inspiration has become a habit. There’s nothing like a deadline to make you come up with inspiration real quick.”

-Inspiration As A Habit, Ala Paredes

Just as what Ala said. From now on I want inspiration to be a habit absorbed in my system, a daily dose justs like irony and mediocracy.

“remember you are my rose.”

Then suddenly she felt all the worries and pain melt away.
All the hopes she keeps
The faith she holds on to dear life
And the love that ignites the flames inside her heart.

She leaves it all unto you now, to you who have all knowledge in the world. Save her.

Life, the best professor you’ll ever had.

And right now lessons are so hard to absorb, so hard to accept.

I need to learn to trust people, and specially myself. It’s exams are quite frustrating, I always end up staring blankly at my paper wondering what could be the answers to these questions. And if I don’t pass this test, I’d probably fail and wil need to take summer class but I don’t want to repeat the very same mistake again. I should study, study real hard. Coz students are suppose to study.

This is really nerve wracking. I love you dear but my weaknesses and insecurity is taking me over.

Hope…

I still have it inside me. We’ll make it through.