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“Don't apologize, live with your guilt.”
          
          I saw this quote and immediately thought of some people who made me feel worse and then apologized to make up for it— only to do it again. 
          
          And I’ve come to realize that an apology without change is just manipulation. 
          
          It’s a way for them to ease their own guilt while leaving me to deal with the damage they caused. 
          
          I used to accept those apologies, thinking they meant something, but now I see them for what they are. 
          
          Empty words. 
          
          If someone truly felt sorry, they wouldn’t keep repeating the same actions that hurt me. 
          
          I don’t need another apology; I need proof that they actually care. 
          
          And if they can’t give me that, then I’d rather they live with their guilt instead of passing it onto me.

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“Why do you think you're not in a relationship yet?”
          
          It might sound cliché, but I really don't think I'm "enough" yet. 
          
          You know, I have a lot of insecurities about myself. 
          
          I am not sure I can handle things when they go wrong. 
          
          I don’t know if I’m not ready to risk it all or if no one actually likes me. 
          
          But either way, I don’t think I’m ready. 
          
          Maybe I still need time to grow, to learn how to love myself fully before I can be someone’s partner. 
          
          I want to be sure that I’m in the right place emotionally, not just for someone else, but for myself too. 
          
          Until then, I’ll take my time.

Minsan kong hiniling sa Buwan na samahan muna ako sa pag-iisa,
          Saksihan muna niya ang ingay sa aking puso,
          Panuorin akong tumangis, huwag munang mawala ang kaniyang liwanag — huwag muna siyang umalis.
          
          Kahit hindi niya ako makausap, o kahit hindi matapik itong aking likuran,
          Sapat ang kabilugan, kasama ng mga bituwin upang aking pagmasdan—malayo ngunit nagpapagaan.
          
          Mailabas lang ang sakit, maging magaan lang kahit saglit.
          Kahit isang oras, o kalahating minuto ay hihiramin ko—
          tumigil lang sa kirot itong aking puso.
          
          Lahat naman ay kinayang ibigay sa'yo,
          Ngunit kay lupit ng mundo, upang maramdaman kong hindi ako buo.
          Na hindi ako sumapat,
          Na hinanap ang kulang,
          At ang mga bagay na hindi ko mapunan— hindi naman sinasadya kung hanggang dito lang.
          
          At anong bigat sa pakiramdam, kapag piniling tumahimik,
          Ngunit ang ingay sa puso ay nababatid.
          Punong-puno ng "bakit",
          At palaging walang kasagutan sa aking isip.
          
          —Ibinulong ko sa Buwan, na sana mabilis nalang mawala ang sakit,
          Upang hindi na madurog pa nang paulit-ulit.
          
          “Ngunit liwanag lamang ang kaya nitong ibigay, at hindi ang lunas sa sakit”.
          

I wasn't anyone's first choice, and that's okay. 
          
          It's a hard truth I’ve long accepted, but somehow I keep wondering why. 
          
          Maybe I wasn’t enough, maybe I didn’t matter as much as I thought I did. 
          
          It hurts to know that I was never their first thought, never their first priority. 
          
          I keep replaying the moments where I thought I had a chance, only to realize that I was never even in the running. 
          
          It’s hard to not feel invisible, like I’m just someone passing through their lives without making a mark. 
          
          And yet, I keep moving, because that’s all I can do. 
          
          But deep down, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever truly be wanted.

It would be nice to have a circle of friends who heal you without them even realizing. 
          
          The kind of friends who don’t need to say anything, but just being around them makes everything feel a little easier. 
          
          They don’t have to fix anything or offer solutions, but their presence alone makes you feel seen, heard, and understood. 
          
          It's as if their energy brings comfort without effort, and you can just breathe and be yourself. 
          
          Sometimes, you don’t need advice or words, you just need that quiet support that helps you heal piece by piece, without them even knowing how much they mean to you.

Ask me any questions I'll answer them truthfully just don't ask anything harsh nor rude okay? Your authornim has a very sensitive heart, okie? Ask me anything I'll answer them. (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

“Who would save you if others are busy trying to save themselves?”
          
          It would have to be me. 
          
          When everyone else is caught up in their own battles, I have to be the one to keep going, to find the strength within myself to push through. 
          
          There’s no one else who can truly understand what I’m facing, no one else who can carry me except me. 
          
          It’s up to me to rise, to keep fighting, because in the end, I am the only one who can save myself.