Novel & Cerita Sadness Word

Kadalasan ay ayaw ko na pumapasok dito dahil pakiramdam ko ay unti-unti rin na nalalagot ang natitira ko na tapang para sa sarili ko. Hindi ko alam kung kailan matatapos ang sakit na nararamdaman ko o kung mawawala pa nga ba ito. Hindi ko alam kung may buhay pa ba na naghihintay para sa amin ng mga anak ko nang wala si Colton sa amin. I am slowly falling into the pit of despair and darkness. And I am drowning into my own sorrow and pain. And right now, I don’t even know how I can survive this.

saad ko pa. Tumahimik na ako at nagconcentrate na lang sa pinapanuod. Ilang beses ko na itong nakita pero hindi ako nagsasawang panuorin ito. The song is about the person you love who can't see you and his/her attention was is someone who can't give back what he/she feels. Masakit at malungkot yung song at hindi ko alam kung bakit feeling ko nakakarelate ako sa kanta eh wala naman akong nagugustohan. I maybe have a crush on Zero but that's just it. Humahanga lang ako sa kanya, don't have any deeper feelings. Kung hindi naman sa kanya wala naman akong ibang nagugustohan dahil busy ako sa school to entertain others. Though may mga nagkakagusto sa akin at nagpapakita ng motibo but I ignore them

Lahat ng sakit ay nandidito sa dibdib at dinudurog ako dahil sariwang-sariwa sa akin ang lahat. Can someone tell me, how can I escape from this sadness and pain? Haven't I deserve to be happy?

Hindi niya maunawaan kung bakit mas masasaktan ang tao kapag sinabihan ito ng ‘sorry’. “Stefan heard the word “sorry” a lot after the accident. “We’re sorry, but they died on the spot,” “We’ve already done our best, but he didn’t make it.” “I’m sorry,” “I’m sorry, Stefan,” “I’m sorry for your loss,” and so on. The more he hears those words, he feels as if he’s going insane if he keeps hearing those words over and over. Stefan is traumatized as a result of it,” pagsisiwalat ni Doña Divina. “That is why he stated that Salvatore never apologizes. That word hurts him far too much.”

Thinking of losing Yesha was unbearable, naninikip ang dibdib niya kapag naiisip na hindi na niya masisilayan ang mga ngiti ng babaeng nagbigay kulay sa kanyang mundo. “Aaaaahhhh!” muling sigaw niya, saka niya tinumba ang isang mamahaling vase na naabot ng kamay niya. He threw everything that his hands could grab on. Hindi niya alam kung kailan pumatak ang kanyang mga luha. Naramdaman na lang niyang basa na ang kanyang pisngi. Napa-lugmok siya sa kanyang kinatatayuan and he succumbed to his sorrow, a sob escaped his lips and it triggers his emotion. Humagulgol siya ng humagulgol sa kinalugmukan at patuloy na pinag-susuntok ang dingding na kinasa-sadlakan niya.

If only I'm stronger enough then they wouldn't have done that to me which is why I will never understand how they can easily spurt out the word as if they mean it. How can they be sorry if they killed a person? Sorry is supposed to be said if you've accidentally spilled someone's a tea of a coffee, or you had forgotten about an occasion. Sorry is such a shallow word to tell it to a face of someone you just killed. But I guess I have to live with that sorry now. Tapos na ako rito. Ayoko na. Pagod na ako. I didn't know how tired I am until yesterday. This is it. I've done my part.

Minsan lang ako nagsasalita ng ingles dahil hindi ko yun nakasanayan pero naramdaman ko na mas humigpit pa ang yakap niya sa akin. Siguro, malungkot ang naging buhay ni Vander. Walang kaibigan at laging kinatatakutan. Kung may kaibigan man siya na yung pangalan ay Josh, sapat ba siya para hindi naging malungkot si Vander? Bakit pakiramdam ko ay buong buhay na nag-iisa at malungkot si Vander? Bakit pakiramdam ko, ito ang totoong Vander? "—oh shit, I'm sorry!"

The doctor’s words echoed in my ears, a cruel, relentless barrage of medical jargon that failed to mask the devastating truth. “I’m so sorry,” he’d said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with compassion. “There was… a complication. And I hate to bring you the bad news but… you’ve had a miscarriage. You lost your baby, Miss Sanchez.” A miscarriage. The word felt alien, clinical, inadequate to describe the profound sense of loss that consumed me. It wasn’t just the loss of a pregnancy; it was the loss of a dream, the loss of a future, the loss of a part of myself. It was the loss of my child.

Saad ko rito na hindi ko na napigilan na tumulo ang aking luha. "I'm sorry...." tanging saad ni Cayden sa akin. Mas lalo lang akong nasaktan. Para saan ba ang sorry na yun? Sorry dahil wala na akong silbe? Sorry because I will end up like this? Sorry kasi hindi na ako yung mahal niya? Anak ng, hoooooo! Ang sakit! Kaya pala nagiging kontrabida yung mga nasasaktan eh kasi sobrang sakit nga naman pala talaga!

I had to be there for her, to be her rock when everything felt like it was falling apart. With a shaky breath, I wiped away my tears, feeling the weight of my sadness with each exhale. I stood up straight, preparing myself for the tough road ahead. Even though my heart felt heavy with grief, I knew that together, we were stronger than anything life could throw at us. Our love was like a guiding light in the darkness, leading us through the pain and loss. So, with a promise deep in my heart, I vowed to stand by her side, to share her burden and offer whatever comfort I could. Because it was in our sadness that we would find the strength to heal and grow stronger than before.