|Hello nga pala sa inyong lahat. Dahil hindi ako makatulog, balik sa dating gawi na naman ako. Dakilang tambayan ko na talaga itong Tumblr. Grabe almost 4 years na akong nananahanan dito. Ang dami ko nang nakilala. Ang dami ko pang natutunan. Hindi na nga siguro maaalis sa buhay ko ang Tumblr. Kahit ilang beses na akong nagpakalayo, babalik at babalik pa rin talaga ako. Hayyy. Tamang senti moment lang dahil marami akong namimiss.|
Loving you made me strong but it also made me weak. It made me happy but also depressed. It helped me up but also pulled me down. It taught me how to hold on but now it’s teaching me how to let go.
|I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up. It means accepting that some things weren't meant to be.|
Syempre umasa na naman ako jan sa mga mag-ti-TA yung mga tao. Alam ko na ito ang kahahantungan. Walang magmemessage. Kaiyak. Sobrang tagal ko na ba talagang inactive at nakalimot na ang mga tao? Joke. Nakalimot agad? Ewan. Oh well. Wala naman akong magagawa kung wala kayong madescribe sa akin. Haha! Sige, hello na lang sa inyong lahat!
Kuya Jaie!! To be honest, you’re one of the first few people I admire. ALam mo yung feeling na sobrang respeto at saludo ako sayo. Tapos dati kapag pinapanood kitang maghost ng mga bonggang tumblr meetups, sabi ko sa sarili ko, “parang gusto kong maging tulad niya”. Huhuhu. Miss you Kuya!!!! Dahil natuwa ako, parang gusto ko tuloy magsayaw! Hahaha! THANK YOU SO MUCH KUYA JAIE!
Awwww. Thank you! Tago tago rin ako pag may time. Hahaha!
The hardest part of a breakup, is not going with the routine you had with your ex. Finding other things to replace the dates, the phone calls, the constant texting, the urge to see each other, the promises made, the laughter, the intimate moments, the I love you’s, the I miss you’s, the comfort and the love that you both shared. The hardest part of a breakup, is filling in the missing holes that used to be your happiness.
Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn’t have the time to sit around and talk about you. What’s important to me is not others’ opinions of me, but what’s important to me is my opinion of myself.