life

  • Months Later

    I romanticized Manila at one point and said that things weren’t THAT bad. My inane attempt at deluding myself worked but it didn’t work on my family and friends. They knew what I went through because I was vocal about my problems for the first time. My closest friends and family saw how much of

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  • change pt. 1

    Change is in the air~ I just hope that the winds favor me.

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  • Haiku #9

    Heavy are the hands That hold time, for they are doomed To break from the pressure Written 12/7/16

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  • No (Know) Sleep

    No (Know) Sleep

    I’ve forgotten how it feels like to dream with my eyes closed To place my head on a pillow and slowly drift off to a palace of dreams To feel the overwhelming peace of drifting off to a time and place that’s quickly forgotten once I open my eyes I’ve forgotten how it feels to

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  • Haiku #8

    I am torn between Time zones, places, and people. What should a girl do?

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  • My definition of home has evolved over time. Home was New York, plain and simple. There was no other place like it for me. There was only one New York – always imitated but never duplicated. I know that many New Yorkers feel the same way. Our hometown pride is the reason that we’re called […]

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  • The Beginning

    The Beginning

    “Titles are easy but content is difficult.” I find myself repeating this phrase to myself every time I want to write something here. WordPress used to be my safe haven on the Internet. It was a place where I could truly express myself without the fear of judgment from my peers. My use of the

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  • entry #3

    entry #3

    I hate you. Plain and simple, isn’t it? No, because nothing is ever plain or simple. This deeply rooted hate stems from a place of even greater love. A love that was ruined by a revelation. A revelation that involved an adulterous affair and a child born out of wedlock. The signs were there all

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  • entry #2

    entry #2

    We haven’t spoken in a while. Yet every time we speak it’s the same conversation. I miss you. I miss you too. Are we going to meet up soon? Definitely. And then the conversation goes cold. When do we stop fooling ourselves? There’s no point in chasing phantoms, only to trip on memories.

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  • entry #1

    entry #1

    Old lovers crawling out of the wasteland that is my memory. They have no right occupying space in my head anymore. Exile is best suited for them. And yet, I feel a subtle twinge of sadness. Feelings never really faded, only put in stasis.

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