I want to cut all of the ties that I have here in the Philippines, because I will change my life in the States. Maybe this place wasn’t for me, and if I ever come back, it’s not to be happy, because I’ll go back to the people who ruined my life.
I slept last night. Papa called me and I said that I was on my way home now. I ate and Marshall was in front of me cooking me soup.
He stayed at my side yesterday; he took care of me and I felt uncomfortable. Maybe because I am not okay and I am not used to other people seeing me when I am weak, I started having a trust issue. What if he uses that against me?
I have never forgotten what happened to Marshall and me, how he damaged my life at that time, how I lost trust in him. So it makes me wonder why he was there at the time I was at the bar. I
