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M O N G R E L 🌷 "Some steps need to be taken alone. It's the only way to really figure out where you need to go and who you need to be." .•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

"Please don't be inlove with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you." I put my guitar down. Yumuko nalang din ako saka umiyak. Fuck! I feel so alone, ayoko na. The cold wind makes me shiver, the moonlight is shining alone, the splashing waves makes me calm. I don't know if ilang minuto o umabot na ba ng oras na nakayuko lang ako doon. Agad din akong nagulat nang may humawak sa aking balikat.

I wonder if the university would be kind enough to implement mass promotion. ~And I don’t know how it gets better than this. You take my hand and drag me head first, Fearless~ One of the perks of living alone is that you can leave your stuff anywhere without worry. One of the downsides of leaving alone is that you always leave your stuff anywhere, and you can’t even remember where exactly. I looked around, trying to find where the sound was coming from. I have a vague idea on who might be the possible caller. I don't want to make her wait.

“But you don’t have to be alone anymore.” And in that quiet, terrifying moment, I realized I wasn’t either.

I was on my own. “Nothing in this world,” I said slowly, my voice calm but steady, “would make me do such.”

Didn’t stop the hollow feeling inside me where he used to be. Night fell quietly. I sat by the window, knees pulled to my chest, watching fog creep along the empty road outside. The world looked blurred, like someone had smeared the edges of reality. My reflection stared back faintly in the glass. Lost. Small. Alone. I pressed my forehead lightly against the window. “Even if I’m falling apart…” I whispered, “…I have to put myself back together alone this time.” My voice barely made a sound. Across the street—

And I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know who I am anymore. I just stand there, surrounded by celebration and noise, feeling completely alone.

I sip slowly, savoring each drop, knowing I’ll need to make it last. The island is eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. I can’t shake the feeling of isolation, the knowledge that I’m utterly alone here. My thoughts drift back to the faces of my family, to the hope that they’re out there, somewhere, searching for me. But the distance between us feels insurmountable, a chasm of water and darkness that I can’t cross on my own.

Hows that enough to even grow and challenge yourself. Such thoughts leave me in the predicament I'm in now, away from home, in Seattle, staring at the rain pouring down from me at the bus stop. The lights are dim in the distance and the one nearest me is flickering with the small gusts of wind. No other cars on the streets by this small hotel. It's just the first stop I have to make on my journey. My cold feet are nearly frozen from standing as long as I have in this weather. So I slowly make my way to the check in desk, with only three thoughts in my head. I'm cold. I'm alone. I am no one.

I called out desperately, hoping for a response, for any sign of help. "Hello! Can anyone hear me?" "Is there anyone out there?" "Hello! I'm trapped here... Please, someone help me!" Silence greeted my cries, amplifying the weight of my isolation. I was alone, locked away in a place I couldn't identify, with no means of escape. Desperation and frustration swelled within me, threatening to consume my resolve. I approached the door, yearning for freedom, only to discover that it was securely locked from the outside.