high blood

I’m sure lilipas din tong init ng ulo ko, pero for now, let me vent out my feelings.

I woke up at three and realized I forgot to make some adjustments in my reaction paper for Philo1 to be submitted today. I opened my username and (after the YM automatically signed me in) I saw a barrage of messages from burloloy_dude.

Pangiti-ngiti ka pa sa IM, akala mo di pa rin ako galit sayo.

Oo na, marami na kong naging kasalanan sayo, pero bakit ba kelangan mo pang sabihin yon ha? Hindi mo ba alam na isa yon sa pinakanakasasakit na salitang nasabi sakin nang harap harapan? Patanong-tanong ka pa kung okey ako, hindi ba halatang hindi? Pwede bang wag ka nang magkunwaring apektado ka sa nararamdaman ko? Please lang.

Palibhasa hindi kasing exciting ng buhay mo ang buhay ko. Alam ko na yun dati pa. But it seemed so narrow minded of you to prejudge me. If you think a well lived life is just composed of writing and making art and non conforming, you’re wrong. As of now I’m discovering myself and as of now, you don’t have the right to say what you said last night. And even if you did, you should have had more sense to keep it to yourself.

Don’t blame me for being analytical. That’s just the way I am. If you find me staring into space, most likely I’m thinking. I think a lot. I think too much. That’s me. I need to think because life does not give all the answers.

And I certainly do care about other stuff in the world.

You know what? I don’t need to prove anything to you. You should have known better. I’m stubborn.

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