Sometimes, going home to Isabela feels like I am always running away from the things that makes me sad or in pain. Problems in general. Minsan naiisip ko rin kung kailan kaya ako makaka uwi ng Isabela na ang tanging dahilan ay gusto ko lang? It’s always usually because I have a problem and I need a peaceful place to be at.
It’s been almost two weeks since I went home to Isabela para makapag recover. I still hate looking at the mirror dahil nakikita ko ang buhok ko na ginupitan nang napaka ikli. No, I don’t hate it because of aesthetic purposes. A few times in my life naisip ko na rin naman na mag cut ng buhok ko ng ganito ka ikli. I just never had the guts to actually do it.
What I hate about seeing what my hair looks like is the fact that it reminded me that I almost died.
My stitches
