I’ve just read a blog about Love stories and realized that it is indeed confusing. Love. One day you know all about it. The next, you’re throwing away everything you believed about it. One moment you’re happy, very much contented, inspired, that every word could mean anything positive. The next, you’re wishing none of those ever happened, you’re feeling down, alone, and worse, suicidal.

Anyways, sorry I failed to write an Entry last Saturday. I wasn’t so motivated and I felt soooo lazy that day. I know it’s never a good reason or alibi but at least I’m honest. Lol. Hello, sweeties.

I know I posted an entry about suicides last week, but I’m not suicidal right now. I just understand how they feel. I hate people commenting “ang babaw Naman ng problema nyan” or “pabebe naman nito” like they know the whole story or what exactly those people feel.

Going back to my love bug, I’ve been mentioning D for the longest time already here on my blog and in real life actually. And nope, he’s not my boyfriend. We’re committed to each other not by choice (lol) but idk basta.

I knew him here on Tumblr, three or four years ago, when I was on my pagdadalaga stage and broke up with my ex. Since then, we’ve become friends and now we’re best friends. (Showbiz to di talaga kami besprens.)

Omg I’m running out of words to say.

How I call him: D, lovebug
The best of him: Smart, pabebe, sweet.
What I hate: Well hindi naman sya chickboy pero selosa ako so yon.
He’s the reason why: I’m beginning to trust myself and other people na ulit.

Sorry I gave you a super nonsense post here. I just wanted to share the newest app I discovered, Calligraphy. Look how cute that photo is. ^