darn

i miss writing.

i was a good writer. I would murder the english language with my twists until no one would even understand them at the end. Now it's gone.

My whole body is dead. My spirit is dead. My dreams are dead. My head is dead (which I invested in for the longest time, and now it's wasted.). My hopes? Hmm, just a few wick strands and it's history.

Or should I say that I'm just sleeping?

lalalala

i'm a pro in making myself manhid. Kayang-kaya kong deadmahin lahat ng gusto kong deadmahin o palampasin.

pero minsan nakakapagod din.

ngunit subalit datapwa't gayonpaman, kailangan maging manhid pa rin sa mga bagay na dapat itinatangging kamanhidan.