LOGINEvery pain serves a purpose. It teaches you a lesson, molds your strength, and eventually shapes you into a better version of yourself.When you feel like falling, remember why you started in the first place. Because giving up will never be the best option.Maraming beses akong sinubok ng panahon, at sa bawat pagsubok na iyon, gusto ko na lamang bumitiw. Because it felt like life was never meant for me. I wasn't happy. I wasn't loved. I wasn't accepted for who I was.But then I realized...why did God allow all of this to happen to me? Does He see me as brave? Does He know that I can overcome this?Yes. I will. And I can.The past years have never been easy. I kept fighting for my life. And with every battle I faced, I always asked myself: Was it all worth it? Have I become a better person? Have I reached the life that was meant for me? Am I truly happy?Naupo ako sa manipis na damuhan, marahan kong ibinaba ang dala kong bulaklak at sinindihan ang kandila. Hinaplos ko ang bawat letra n
TRIGGER WARNING‼️SELF-HARMPlease don't do this to yourself. Skip this chapter if you're not comfortable.—No one wants me here.No one can stay for me forever.They hate me. They can't love me.I'm a disappointment. A slut. A whore."You're nothing compared to her. You're not enough."I hear those words all the time. In the darkness of my room, where I'm all alone, they echo over and over again. All I can do is cover my ears and cry, because I can't see them but their voices never stop.My whole body trembles. My heartbeat races with fear. I don't know what to do."Stop... please... please..." umiiyak kong pakiusap.Sa tuwing nagigising ako sa madilim kong kuwarto, palagi nilang sinasabi sa akin na wala akong kuwenta. Na ayaw nila sa akin. Na hindi nila ako mahal."Oo! Hindi nila ako katulad! Oo! Mas magaling sila! Ganito lang ako, e. Tama na! Ayoko na!" paulit-ulit kong sigaw.Kapag may kumakatok sa pintuan, lalo akong natatakot. Hindi ko ito binubuksan sa takot na isa iyon sa mga
I was eight the first time I realized that "family" wasn't always what stories said it would be."Don't forget to tell your parents that we'll have a meeting tomorrow, okay? I need all your parents there," Mrs. Reyes reminded us before dismissal."Yes, Ma'am!" we chorused like we always did.Outside the gate, I saw Yaya Lora waiting for me — as usual. This was my everyday routine: go to school with Yaya, go home with Yaya. Never Mom, never Dad. They were always too busy, always somewhere else."Hello, baby Mifi! How's your day?" she asked, like she always did, the same warm smile on her face."I'm not a baby anymore, Yaya," I pouted. "And my day was fine. The teacher said parents need to be at school tomorrow.""Oh... sige. Ako na lang ang pupunta bukas. Anong oras daw?" she offered without hesitation.I stopped walking and looked up at her. "Why you? The teacher said parents. You're not my parents, right?""A-ah... oo. Pero alam mo namang laging busy sina Ma'am at Sir. Baka hindi sil
After that intense confrontation with my family, I never went back home.Days passed. Then weeks. And yet... nothing. Not a single call, not a single text, not even from Dos. It was as if we had all vanished from each other's lives.During those days, the weight on my chest never left... stress, guilt, sorrow, all piling up inside me. But instead of wallowing in misery, I chose to keep myself busy. Every single day, I went around visiting my bar's branches. I handled everything myself — from choosing the liquor and managing the expenses down to cleaning tables and wiping counters. Even the smallest tasks, I took on willingly. Because that was the only way I knew to distract myself... to forget, even just for a little while."Hi."Natigilan ako sa pag-inom at pag-iisip nang marinig ko 'yon, isang pamilyar pero hindi inaasahang boses. Lumingon ako at nakita ko siyang umupo sa katabing stool sa bar counter."Sinong kasama mo?" I asked immediately, glancing toward the entrance as if expec
Sometimes, in our desperate pursuit of happiness, we end up doing things we never thought we were capable of the things that, in the end, we regret.Pagkatapos ng lahat ng nangyari kanina, ang pagkabunyag, ang sakit, at ang pagkawasak...isang bagay lang ang malinaw sa akin: kailangan kong makausap si Mili. Kailangan kong ipaliwanag kahit isang beses man lang na hindi ko planong saktan siya. Hindi iyon bahagi ng plano ko. Oo, galit ako sa kaniya noon, pero hindi ko sinasadyang gamitin si Dos para lang iparamdam iyon sa kaniya. I just... loved Dos. And even when I found out they were together, I couldn't let go. I chose to sin rather than lose him.It was already late when I arrived home. The first thing I saw when I stepped into the living room was Mili — crying uncontrollably in Mom's arms.And there it was again, that familiar stab in my chest. Jealousy. Because back when I was the one crying, no one was ever there to hold me like that.Wala silang ginawa kundi ang talikuran ako. Per
Inalis niya ang kamay ko sa pisngi niya at bahagyang lumayo, parang biglang lumayo rin ang pagitan namin, hindi lang sa espasyo kundi pati sa kung anong meron kami."Mifi, kailangan kong habulin si Mili. Tatawag ako ng magha—""Itataboy mo na naman ako at ipahahatid kay Arthur?" I cut him off with a bitter laugh, kahit pa ramdam kong mabigat na ang dibdib ko. "Masaya ka pa ba sa 'kin?" I asked, my voice trembling as I forced myself to look him in the eyes."What?" he asked, obviously caught off guard."Last time I checked, you told me you were happy when you were with me. But why are you acting like this all of a sudden?" I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. "Dos, what are we? What am I to you?"Biglang nawala ang emosyon sa mukha niya, para bang pinilit niyang patayin ang kahit anong nararamdaman."You're really asking me what we are? Seriously?" he asked, his tone cold and serious. I couldn't answer. My throat felt dry."You know what's going on between us, Mifi. You knew it too w







