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Yung sobrang obsessed mo na magpaganda. Todo exercise mo na with matching todo kain para tumaba. Todo gastos pa for cosmetics and skin care products para pumuti. Todo bili pa ng bagong outfits kada may pera na. Like holy shit. Complete overhaul ang dating just to look chic after a year or so. Not because i want to, but because i HAVE TO.

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Don't fcking expect me to trust anyone. I'd had enough of the lies and the betrayal by now. I learned my lesson for even trying to trust words, and empty promises after all these years. Its all bullshit. Wanna earn my trust back? Earn that shit up. Trusting anyone again would be a risk. I see everyone as liars. coz... EVERY.BODY.LIES.

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Don't display your thoughts, nor your emotions. They won't bother understanding you anyways.

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If I took a knife and stabbed it on my chest, will you feel the pain?

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Don't trust my smiles nor my laughs. Most of them are LIES.

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I don't trust anyone. Used to, but I no longer do.

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I wish people would stop lying to me

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Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?

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A lot of people won't ever understand your pain

thats one of the many reasons why most of us go silent

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Will I always be like this?

Will I doubt your words because of fear? Will I doubt myself often because I have no confidence left in me? I no longer believe I'm the prettiest when you say that I am. I no longer believe in the idea that you're lucky to have me. Before when you talk about marriage and family, I'd happily add in more ideas. But now, a quick mention of it I go silent thinking will those ever come true? I doubt myself too much if I'm even worth your time and love which in turn makes me doubt you bit by bit. Its really hard to be like this, and I can't even utter the words to tell you due to fear of losing you again. I doubt you'd understand me anyways. Why is it that I have you by my side again, but I can no longer be that same person whom I'm used to.

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Shout out to all the people who struggle late at night to sleep while dealing with their nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks, hallucinations, insomnia, a body that is convinced sleep should only happen in the morning, or when they’re almost asleep and their brain suddenly comes up with a surprise convincing reason that they need to be Anxious and upset right now. That shit is tough to deal with and you don’t get enough credit for hanging in there.

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Everything seems a lot easier when you suck it all up and pretend you’re okay.

You’re hurting…. You’re depressed.. But you just laught it all out when in public, then stare at an empty space at night thinking where it all went wrong when alone.

Smiling is more of an obligation now than a feeling of happiness. You depend on your smiling face to avoid questions or judgements about your pain.

Its easier that way. And I’m getting used to it…. again.

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Don't

Don’t ask me to. Don’t make me promise.

I can’t stay away from alcohol, not anymore atleast. And you can’t stay away from your porn stash and drinking sesh with your niggas. So I guess you know how it feels that no matter how much I tell you not to, you’re bothered in doing so.

I used to agree with you all the time. But now I understand what you meant before about social expectations. Please don’t expect me to stop drinking just because I’m a lady. Its not good for me?

Then please remember why I asked you to stop from those you used to do as well, and think about it before telling me otherwise.

I was a drinker… and apparently, that part in me still whispers inside that I still am.

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Silence

Its when you can no longer talk about how you feel. You can no longer reach out to be understood. And you don’t have the courage to be straight forward about it anymore.

You want to scream, you want your voice to be heard. But whenever you open your mouth, you’re at loss for words. Its when fear visits you when you’re alone. Its when fear eats you alive thinking you are no more but mere trash to those you love.

You can’t trust their words. You keep assuming that they’re lying to you. You keep in mind that you’re replaceable.

You doubt yourself to a point where every move you make can lead to a mistake.

You hate the world for its selfishness. You hate the world for its greed. You hate your life for being unfair. You hate your life coz its making you suffer.

You hate the idea that you don’t have the guts to fight for what you want. You hate how weak you are. But most of all, you hate the idea that you are alive.

That’s what kills me inside.

And yet, no one understands. I honestly wouldn’t wonder why.

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we'll be counting scars

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Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.

Graham Greene, Ways Of Escape (via books-n-quotes)

yes!!

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I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you

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