You said it’d be better it’s not I hate my life!!
i have faked some stuff in my work. it was in a moment of folly. i hope it doesn hurt anyone. i do not dare to tell anyone lest it affects my career. i feel so guilty about it. the weight of my burden of sin is weighing me down. so does my cowardice in confessing.
the guilty 0 (leave a comment)
BULLSHIT NGANO BAWAL??? TANAN NALANG BAWAL KO EDI KAMO NALANG MAG AKO KJ KAAYO SA AKONG KINABUHI KABALO MAN KO SA AKONG MGA LIMITATIONS SHIT KABALO KO KUNG UNSA ANG TAMA UG MALI NA HIMUON NAA NAKOY BUOT PARA SA AKONG SARILI, USAHAY LANG KO MANGAYO SA INYO MASKI AUTHORITY LANG NA SUGTAN KO SHIT MGA BUANG MGA KJ MURAG WALA KA AGI UG TEENAGER SHIT SHIT KA AS IN SUPER SHIT BULLSHIT SHIT SHIT FEAST T.
biatch 0 (leave a comment)
I have the best bf in this world that I could never ask for more but recently, I met a prc worker who took my breath away. He was sweet, natural, humorous and younger than me by many years. We bonded very well and had meals together so far. Every night, I yearn to receive his wechat message. He confessed to me that he had fallen for me and I wanted to tell him how much I like him too but we can’t be together. I couldn’t sleep without exchanging text with him. I felt like I have betrayed my bf’s feelings for me behind his back. I have to put this to a stop. Someone tell me how to.
Lonely girl 0 (leave a comment)
Bounded in fear by 17th century laws
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
For two years. Two years I’ve been confined and imprisoned by rules and philosophies created in the 17th century. Yes, I am a 22 year old whom just got freed from these ancient confinements. The preaching was brutal truth and terrifying.
Every time I was there, it was the only thing I was obligated to discuss and the longer I stayed, the more they reminded me of how terrifying and loose this liberal world is. For so long, so long I am finally freed but why can’t I breathe normally? Why is it still haunting me? Why? So much so that it’s causing a tremendous strain on every relation I ever had with someone.
Then one day, I was finally out, out and broken from these heavy metal chains. I was afraid to fly because I could fall. I was afraid of talking because I could say the wrong words. Afraid to dance because if I danced wrong, it would ruin the image I was expected to live up to. Afraid, afraid, all the time, fearful of every single action I was about to do. I was constrained by fear, not love.
If this was how real love functions and if was really for our protection to not do anything because of the fear of every single consequence that the pessimistic preachers told me, then it isn’t love anymore isn’t it? It’s fear, and this fear drowns me and limits all my movements because our minds could not be trusted, that’s what they say.
Now I’ve been accustomed to these restrictions for so long that the modern world becomes an elusive mirage to me. They tied me down, they chained me, they beat me up with every word that spat from their lips.
I am bruised, so bruised that I am having so much difficulty adapting to this modern world when everything seems normal to the majority, it didn’t. It didn’t seem right. I had this obsessive urge to correct everything with all the laws I had been imprisoned for two years. I lost my friends, my best friend and someone I wanted to connect to dearly.
Lonely, depressed and still trying to recover from the chains that had been bruised unto me. I couldn’t talk or socialize like I used to. I was lonely and desperately trying to connect with someone while he has been so lovingly patient with me but all I saw were flaws, flaws, flaws that didn’t fulfil the laws that they have been etched from this desolute experience. I can’t even guide myself because anything of self seems to be wrong. Wrong and just wrong. It’s been driving him crazy like it had been driving me crazy.
priscilla 0 (leave a comment)
The one line I swore never to cross was the married man line. But I did. And I fell in love. I know it will never end well but I find myself slipping deeper and deeper into this. He says I complete him. I don’t know where we go from here. He is everything I wanted – well almost since he’s married- and I wish so much that we had met earlier. I won’t wish divorce on anyone and I struggle with my morals. I am not that slutty girl who you, or even I, point fingers at for dating a married man. But I am now. It hurts.
Wishthingsweredifferent 1 (leave a comment)
I just want to say you want me to stay after all u did and said…your ducking crazy! Like when I was in hospital with chest pain, the doctor was feeding me nitro glisteren and u was rolling ur damn eyes and huffing BC you wanted to be home killing zombies! I am just so don’t u said I was the stupidest woman you ever met…well I am but only for putting up with you in so done it ain’t funny!
donedonedone 0 (leave a comment)
I love u so much but what i get back is a heartless treatment from u. U tell me sorry, tell me u are worry me. But for what when u dont even care for me. Now i think i get it, all the while u are just cheating me. I am tired. Damn tired to let u play around. Go enjoy with the person with u now. I am out of the game.