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It’s hard to be torn between being okay and not. It’s like you’re being a big-time hypocrite when you say you’re okay when in fact you’re not. You want to tell the world that “Hey! I’m not okay!” But you have no choice but to tell them that “Don’t worry, I’m okay, I’ll be okay for sure!” for the reason that you don’t want to hurt them as well.

I was 14 yrs old when I had my first experience on sex. I was in 2nd year high school back then, just a teenager who is very much preoccupied with school work, computer games and football.

I come from a very close knitted family, so instead of hiring strangers to work as our helpers my mom opted to adopt a relative to work for us. At least makakatulong din sa kanila. I come from a well-off family. My father is a lawyer while my mom naman manages our family business.

I still don’t got time to write a story but I had a little to write this one.

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You have seen my shadows,though you don’t know it’s me.
A silhouette of darkness that always follow thee.
Watching you closely,behind you I stalk.
Tracing your footsteps in your every walk.

You felt my presence,and you were uneased.
You want to be loved,you want to be pleased.
Your heart,your soul, and your body,they seek
for something to quench them.Before me, they’re weak.

Upon seeing me,your eyes were ablazed.
You can’t help but stare,for you were amazed.

kamusta po sa lahat. sorry po that no entry ako for a long time. this would be my second to the last blog for now regarding confessions kasi wala nang nagbago sa life ko since i got married and had a son.

the last entry was my confession regarding sa pan de sal vendor sa village na tinitirhan ko dati.

Confessions..continued..

I woke up to your tight embrace,
your lips pressed against my face.
I smiled remembering how naughty we were last night,
I whispered to you “You did everything right.”

You slaped my thigh to stop me tease,
I sat on the bed and then we kissed.
but you stopped me from getting too passionate,
cuz you have to rush or you’ll be late.

Morning coffee and mood swings,
the secondhand seranade sings.
No time for breakfast you have to rush,
so you kissed me goodbye and then I’ll blush.

Stayed online talking to you all day,
Cant wait to be with you. I’ll meet you half way.