Ya'll ready for Summer Siren 2014?

February 17, 2014 / 2:33 AM

Writing this down, while lying in the sofa with so much baggage in my heart & mind.

I've never had the energy to write about my feelings in a very long time. Apart from the fact that I really do not have the talent to write, I also do not have the courage to write about my life since I turned 23. I used to keep diaries/journals since I was 12 and kept writing till I was about 18. I still tried sharing my life/thoughts/feelings in multiply, xanga & tumblr till I was 23. On my 23rd year on earth, it stopped. Facebook boomed, and mostly it was just status rants due to (mostly) self-inflicted pain.

Looking back, I ask myself, what happened when I was 23? When I was 23, I lost the one person who actually loved the real me and treated me like a real princess. When I couldn't get him back, I started entrusting all my decisions to alcohol and my so-called friends, losing myself in the process. I started flirting around thinking that it would be the best way to get over the whole painful part of moving on. I actually got almost every guy I wanted at the palm of my hands (this is not being arrogant - it's just easier when you don't let emotions get in the way... emotions scares most of them), but none of them treated me like a princess. None of them took the time to actually get to know me. None of them touched my heart the way he-who-got-away did. I jumped from one "relationship" to another not realizing it was slowly destroying the real me.