"Family, what is it good for?" Is what I find myself asking after being forced to wake up by sounds of death and depression produced by the void of my youngest relative's heart made of stone with malic acid for tears. For starters, disappointed I am in myself for still living under the roof of... Continue Reading →
Basura
"Basura.Pajarito.Worthless.A disgrace,The reason for your desired suicide…" Just a small portion of what you've said to me within the past couple of days.Do I forgive you?Yes!But,You?I must keep distant from before my life is ruined by your bitterness and hate.A word you directed at me with a smile till this day!Without any shame as you... Continue Reading →