MY MENTAL PROBLEM

(THIS ISN'T SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE READERS.)

First slice.

Nagmistulang waterfalls ang mga mata ko. My tears just kept falling and falling.  I just can't seem to understand myself. To understand my emotions. My feelings.

Second slice.

The pain is there. Good. Mas mabuting physical pain nalang keysa emotional.

Third slice.

Mas lalong binigyan ko ng diin ang blade sa pulsuhan ko. I gasped as pain started to invade.

Fourth slice.

My mind is blank. My heart became numb. Mas lalong sumakit ang pulsuhan ko ng mas diniin ko pa ang blade. Mas madiin. Mas masakit.

Fifth slice.

Why am I like this? Why am I so sensitive? Why do I have to overreact to such small things?

Sixth slice.

Why can't I just be normal? Why can't I just be like my friends? Why can't I just easily forget my nonsense drama?

But I can not.

Seventh slice.

First drop of blood is on the floor. Then followed by another and another. I stared at the red liquid flowing down my pulse to the tiled floor.

Pretty.

Eighth slice.

What is wrong with me? Why do I think about these things? I don't know myself anymore.

Knock! Knock!

For a moment. I halted. I turned to look at the door.

"Trinity, kain na tayo."

"Opo ma."

Tumayo na ako at niligpit ang kalat sa kwarto ko. Pinahid ko na rin ang dugo sa sahig gamit ang isang lumang damit na hindi ko na ginagamit. Tinago ko sa sulok ang blade na ginamit ko. Nagbihis narin ako ng long sleeves upang matakpan ang mga sugat sa pulso ko.

Then, huminga ako ng malalim. I wore a fake happy bright face before opening the door to join my family.

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