I know somehow that I grow up being nuisance and heartless. I'm aware of it and often times I used to brag that real.
I know how to live but one thing I didn't know... What am I living for?
Every human believe that we are all existing because we have an individual purpose in life. And this woman perhaps didn't know why is she even existing.
She even questioned herself for her survival. She used to doubt every good things happened to her like she was expecting for a wretchedly event afterwards.
The way my father planted a kiss on my forehead feels like I was actually an eight years old girl who basically admired by anyone else. But soon enough, they all hated her.
Nang minulat ko na ang mga mata ko, wala na si daddy. Ngunit malabo ang paningin ko dahil sa mga luha na nakaharang at ayaw
