Escaping reality again. It was getting too crowded. I could not breathe; I could not be myself again. This is what I want and this is what I need.
I do not fear seeing myself in the mirror but I do fear seeing the person that I did not want myself to be. I fear looking at other people and letting them see who I really am. I am a mirror, fragile and useless.
This blog contains English/tagalog text posts. I may not be good at speaking or writing in English, but I try. I do.
This blog contains my dirt, secrets and lies. This blog reflects the person who people think that I am not. This is I, letting you know that I am not the same lady outside this blog.
Within this blog contains everything that I could not let other people know. Within this blog contains the secrets and the pain.
The road may be bumpy. I could be happy, angry, horny, sad or any feeling. But this is the truth.
