Dear Nirvana,
Hindi ko talaga alam kung anong isusulat ko. Kanina lang napakarami kong naiisip pero ngayon natatanga ako.
I heard my mother and father talking. It's about me. Sumobra yata ang katarayan ko. My father thought na galit ako pero that is my usual tone -- parang galit. Palagi.
Naglalaba ako kanina. Then father approached me, he's holding my phone and asked, "Ano 'to? " Probably asking kung anong tumutunog. But I answered stupidly, telling him cellphone. Yes, that was a very stupid answer at aminado ako doon.
I am not very vocal with my feelings. I'm not a good daughter.
I'm not a good granddaughter.
I'm not a good sister.
I'm not a good neighbor.
I'm not a good worker.
I'm not a good co-worker.
I am bad. I am evil. I am hypocrite. I am stupid.
They always say I'm smart. I am not! I am stupid! I am!
I envy my cousin, she's always smiling. While me, always frowning. I always want to hide in my room.
I'm sorry Nirvana. Wala akong ibang mapagsabihan bukod sa 'yo. Sorry.
-Eba
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Nirvana
Non-FictionHello! This output of mine, Nirvana, is alike with Oblivion, mostly random thoughts and the likes.
