Erica is an impatient, absentminded, and slightly hysterical struggling artist creeping through the dirty south of Manila.
You gave your all to fix a person who didn’t need fixing.
She hides somewhere beneath heavy eyeliner, oversized sweaters, old scars, fake laughs, and layers upon layers of masks. She can win without even trying.
How can a person say that he or she is fully okay if they hold on to so much negativity in one aspect of their lives? I’ve learned that sweeping problems of certain aspects of our lives doesn’t help at all. Problems with families can affect relationships with friends. Problems in school can affect a person’s behavior at home. Problems with the body can affect a person’s overall performance. The list goes on. What I’m trying to say really is that a person moves as a whole being, not as someone living hundreds of different lives.
i don’t know why but the thought of hopping on a plane and flying on my own somewhere new excites me. finally doing so in a couple of weeks!
uh FYI, i’m a person. not a warm body to be played with when you’re lonely.
people always choose to hide the things they know are wrong
I never understood why some people had to die so suddenly. I used to think it wasn’t fair, that they deserved to live longer lives, to fully enjoy the world. Tonight was different though. I attended a wake and in a really weird way (you can probably say screwed up), I found myself kind of jealous of the one who’d passed. It was my friend’s father, but I didn’t know anything about him until my friend delivered a beautiful speech about how everyone should be happy because they knew him. My friend’s father gave so much value everyone around him, that the room was so packed with people who loved him. When you die, everything you did both good and bad, doesn’t really matter. It’s who you were to people that you’ll be remembered for. Hearing that made me want to be that kind of person to others. I don’t need to accomplish anything extraordinary to be remembered. I just need to love. I guess it’s because only love can truly transform and touch lives. So when I die, I don’t want people to think it was too soon for me to go. I want them to be thankful to have known me, to remember me for the love I gave them. And even one life touched by me is already enough.