This is a mixtape full of pain from different stories that could make your body weak and will you down in the ground full of shattered heart of glasses. Tales that will tell you about different kind of tears from the different love stories with diff...
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Naranasan mo ba bang umibig at masaktan?
Natakot ka na bang magmahal?
Kinamuhian mo na ba ang pag-ibig?
Kung ang sagot mo ay oo, then we must be stepping on the same bumpy road━ a seemingly endless bumpy road.
It may sound cliche pero isa ako sa mga taong takot nang magmahal. My Dad promised the world to my Mom pero hindi lang pala nanay ko ang pinangakuan niya noon.
My ex-boyfriend promised me the world, pero nag-collapse din ang pangakong iyon. Yes, I lost this shitty game called love, at wala na akong balak na subukan pa ulit ito.
It's like I already shut the world around me. My life is miserable already and I don't want another unwanted ingredients in my already messed dish.
Julia's Point of View
"Good morning, Maureen!"
"Good morning, Amanda!"
"Good morning, Aron!"
Huwag mo nang hintayin g pangalan ko sa mga binabati nila ng good morning. Kasi kahit ilista ko pa pangalan ng buong klase, you will not see a hint of mine.
Dire-diretso akong naglakad saka pumili ng upuan ko. I am in my second year as a university student sa Ciprian University and luckily, I haven't involved myself to shitty things sa loob ng campus.
No relationship, no friends, no problem.
Habang wala pa ang instructor ng music class ay ipinalsak ko na agad ang earphones ko kung saan ito dapat inilalagay. I chose a music on my playlist and turned the volume to its highest limit. Baka mamaya mabingi na ako nito.
While listening to a white noise music, I scanned the four-cornered room with my bored eyes.
They all have their own world. Aside from me, all of them have their circle of friends. I have witnessed how some of them shifted from one group to another and it made me realise even more that nothing is permanent.
"Hi, Ravi!" Natalo ng malakas na pagbati nila sa kakadating lang na lalaki ang volume ng pinapakinggan ko.
I did not bother to greet him, hindi naman siya teacher.
Ravi Santiago. Ang Mr. Perfect ng Cipruan U. Name all positive adjectives and you will get Ravi Santiago as your conclusion.
Wala man akong balak na bigyan siya ng pansin kahit dumaan siya sa harap ko, mukhang nakikipaglaban ata ito ng eye-to-eye contact kaya pinagbigyan ko siya.
Nagtaas ako ng isang kilay dahil hindi parin niya ako tantanan ng tingin hanggang sa nakaupo na siya sa kabilang row.
If we have something in common, isa lang iyon; I hate him and he hates me.
