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My voice sounded unnecessarily soft. “I miss home.” Life is a cruel thing. Unfair and most of all, it's never satisfying enough. Not for a long time. But why so? We have different expectations. Different ideas of happiness. My idea of perfection will be different than your idea. Someone craves to live the life of another person. While the exact same person idealises another person's life. This is not tragic. This is life. Unplanned, unexpected.

Pero nalilito na nga ako kung ano ba ang mas masakit at nakakatakot- ang mamatay o ang mabuhay. I've been locked up in this hellish cell for a few days... No food or water. I feel like I'm being punished by the above. It will become easier if I just end my life but I'm not ready to die yet- not now. With each hour and second that passed I became weaker and weaker. It seemed that it was intentional to torture me little by little until I die. "Matibay ka... Buhay ka pa din pala hanggang ngayon."

"What kind of joke my life has turned into? I.. I had just wanted to be a little happy. I had just wanted my fated happiness but not with this amount of pain , " He wordlessly heard her each and every word. "Through out my life, I had only endured pain but my mamma used to be the only source of my happiness in that pain when people used to run away from me , taunt me, laugh at me, hit me, hurt me and even try to force themselves on me just because I am a daughter of a prostitute who doesn't even know the name of her father but how it's my fault ? What mistake I had done in all of this that I have to suffer so much and still suffering? What exactly is my fault that I try to find my happiness?

She wanted to enjoy those sweet snacks for a while until darkness drags her again to reality. The thing which bothered her was his unusual behavior and the last sentence he uttered to her. He looked so distant and cold whenever she met him but when he kissed everything felt like as if he had been dreaming it for so long. His last words shook the soul out of her body. If he meant them then she was in great trouble because one thing she was certain of that he was filthy rich. And her mother once told her, "Money can buy anything in this world! Happiness, love and life! Everything until god gets in the way"

"Shh, sino ba 'yon?" Pinakatitigan niya ang lalaki at bakas din sa mukha nito ang iritasyon. "May gusto 'yon sa akin, matagal nang nanliligaw pero hindi ko sinasagot," kasi ayaw niya sa mahirap. Kasi iyon ang pananaw niya rati sa buhay niya. Kasi iyon ang mindset niya rati. Sino ba naman kasi ang taong hahayaan na lalong maghirap ang buhay niya? Sino ba naman kasi ang taong gugustuhing magdildil ng asin dahil walang ulam araw-araw? At sino ba naman ang taong sasama sa isang tao na hindi naman niya mahal? At hindi niya nakikitang mamahalin niya sa talambuhay niya?

Wouldn’t it be better to grow without breaking? Why does life have to be this hard? No matter your status, if you’re never content, you’ll always live the hard way. And the cruel part? You never suffer alone. The people around you bleed for your mistakes. That Filipino saying, “family is everything”—bullshit. Family is the first reason you suffer. Your parents’ poor decisions. You're chasing their approval like a lost dog. You burying your own dreams to please them. Damn, bro. This life sucks.

I want to shift often, train with wolves and experience the life I only got to read about. ‘You must have lived an awful life. It’s nothing I can imagine, I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘It’s not a life I would wish on even my worst enemy,’ I muttered, thinking back to the numerous spots on my skin from where different injections had pricked my skin. ‘The pain and hope, the suffering and optimism that things may be better, the agony and the tears, I would be cruel to wish that on anyone. It was a life not worth living but it was the only life I had so I held on with everything in me.’

I weeped bitterly. Maybe I just don't deserve to live a life brewing of ecstasy. Where is life trying to push me to? Where are people in this life trying to end my life? I am tired God! I am fed up, of life!

Mate less, disgusting, and unworthy of love. Why am I born this way? Why am I tormented just for living the life that is given to me? Why did they save me?!

It looks like the peace I am looking for, but it seemed to be taken away from me as the falling leaves took it away from the tree. A heavy sigh came out of my mouth and nose after I took a sip from the goblet I was holding. The wine tastes sweet, and there's a little bitterness in its taste, but it's tolerable. Well, I have read that the bitterness of wine matches its sweetness. Life is like that. Bitterness, which is the thing that makes us feel awful, and sweetness, which symbolizes happiness, are well mixed to make life balanced. My eyes closed their lids, and a couple of tears raced to the tip of my chin.