Unspoken Words

A place for me to share what I can't say to others.

I know I shouldn’t

But I still check up on you. I still check on your blogs to see how you’re doing. All three of them. Even thought I “kicked” you out of my life. I still feel like I have the need to do so. See how you’re doing. Whether you’re hurt, sad, happy, or what ever the case may be. I love you so much that even though you hurt me by lying, I still want to forgive you, but what’s done is done. It’s too late to change anything. I really miss you “best”.

WOOW.

Not even 4 FUCKING hours you came back to this country and look at all the damn shit you caused. You have your own son, your brothers and sisters all pissed and stressed out over YOUR idiotic mistake. Trying to blame us for the damn problem?! trying to act “kawawa” LIKE WTF. I mean it may sometimes work on me because I’m a very caring person, but you’re not fooling your mom, your brothers or your sisters. You’re lucky I even bothered doing all this shit for you, and what happens?! We arrive at the damn airport and you said you already got picked up. LIKE WTF. First you didn’t tell us you’re coming, THEN when you’re stressing out asking us to pick you up, we go their and you aint even there. You weren’t even answering your damn phone. Bull shit. You may be my biological mother, but I don’t mind calling you sirang ulo. Becos thats what you are. I swear I haven’t been this pissed since you left. Go back already. We all can do better without you. 

Well I guess it’s done,

Just remember, I didn’t break the promise. You did. I just merely provoked you. I’m sorry though. I didn’t intentionally provoke you, I was bringing up a point on how much of a hypocrite you are. I’m tired of everything. You have other bests and now that we aren’t even friends anymore, then go ahead and have as much time as you want with them. I now don’t care. I wish you the best though. 

Whenever someone comes to me.

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I feel glad because I know that they can trust me with whatever’s going on through their mind. I love hearing peoples problems and find a solution that will help both parties from their problems, but the thing is when I’m down who’s there for me? Who helps me. I don’t like to come to people because I feel like a burden to them. I have come to people before, but it sucks because one time I went to someone and the next day he had the audacity to tell people that I’m complaining bout my life, and that I’m seeking for attention. That hurt me so bad. I knew I couldn’t ever trust people since. asdfghjkl; whatever know one cares bout me anyways. I like keeping things to myself. Yes it hurts more to keep it in, which eventually leads me to break down from everything I’ve been building inside, but at least I know I’m not being a burden to anyone. Yes people ask me what’s wrong, but most only ask because they’re curious, not because they truly care. When they say they’re there for me they’re just saying that. They truly aren’t. When I say I’m there for people. I mean it with all my heart. Ask anyone that always goes to me. Ask the countless people I helped. During family events or during parties or whatever I’m doing I would stop enjoying my time and help them, because I truly care for them. I feel what they’re going through. I’ve been through a lot in my life. That’s why I usually have the answers for everything.

I know I should be sleeping,

but I just need to get it off of my chest. Bakit ba ako ditu? Sa totoo gusto ko na mamatay. Di ko na kaya. Na lilito ako. Dameng problema. Problema ditu problema dun. Kakainis. I just hate my life. At nights when I can’t sleep I think about my life. How bad it is. I know I should be optimistic, but there’s nothing to be optimistic about. I just want to end my life already. Sometimes I just want to kill myself. I’ll be pain free. Worry free. I wish I had parents who actually love me and respect me, but no. I have a mom and a step dad who treat me like shit. I don’t know why. Honest to God, I’m a good son. I do everything, but I get nothing back in return but shit.

I can’t stand it.

I think I’m actually starting to like someone again, but I can’t. I can’t because I know I have no chance. She’s so perfect and I’m just JC.