masakit
magmahal..
nakktakot
magmahal
at mahirap
magmahal..
pro d
b mas
masakit,
nkktakot,
at mahirap
pg nalaman
mong...
ikaw
c MAHAL?!
hehehe..
jowk!..churi!
churi!
bwat
kbataan
my karapatan,
karapatang
mggala,
umuwi
any
time
gus2hin
at magkaroon
ng jowa..
mgalit
man
parents
mo,
sbhin
mo:
"dnt
tok
wyl
ur mouth
is full"
..hehehe.
wag kang
iiyak
khit
mahalata
mong masaya
xa s piling
ng iba..
ni malungkot
iwasan
mo..
malay mo
hiniling
dn
nyang
maging
happy
ka..
kahit
na di
kayong
dalawa..
minsan c LORD prang salamin.. ngumiti
k ngi2ti dn xa.. umiyak ka iiyak dn Xa.. pero
1 lng d Nya kayang gawin.. un ay talikuran k s pnahon n
tinalikuran mo Xa!
sori
sa kakulitan ko.. kapag naiistorbo kita sa mga txts & miscols
ko.. un lang kc ang alam kong way pra i-remind sau na humihinga
pa ang pasaway sa buhay mo..
Ang
tao
hindi
yan
piso
na kapag
nagkulang
ka sa
pamasahe,
tsaka
mo lang,
PAPAHALAGAHAN!
He’d
never
be accepted
completely,
of course.
A bitter
smile
curved
his lips
at the
idea.
He knew
better
than
to hope
for
that.
There
would
never
be a place
where
he could
belong
completely,
where
he could
truly
be himself.
Unless
he chose
to belong
to th
"
Stefan Salvatore, The Awakening, Chapter 01, p.7
Stefan Salvatore, The Awakening, Chapter 01, p.7
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.
I am
ready
to meet
my Maker.
Whether
my Maker
is prepared
for
the
ordeal
of meeting
me is
another
matter.
