Forever at 18? I Don't Think So.

"Forever" - it's one of the most things people my age expect their relationships to achieve but I think it's ridiculous. I know, I sound like a bitter girl who happens to be single at the same time but I just don't see "forever" at eighteen years old. In my total honest opinion, all people at my age right now are too young to talk about forever.

Positive >

Staying positive. I guess that would be the theme of my January 2014. Of course, there had been some drama considering that my life is like a big soap opera. But one thing, maybe the only thing, that got me through all those things is by being positive.

2014 Belongs To Me.

My 2013 was filled with ups and downs. It had been the year when I attended my first ever summer class, the year when I was left to live alone for some time, the year when I had to cope with the new responsibilities ahead of me, the year when I felt nothing but a victim; it is also a year of happiness, it's the year when I had my 18th birthday, the year when I met new people in school since I have a new block, the year when I bonded with the best people in the world.

MG

Note: This will be my first ever Taglish entry. Mas mae-express ko pag Taglish, e. HAHA.

Almost half a year ago, I met 6 people. Sila yung mga tao na di ko in-expect na sobrang makaka-close ko. Ideally, they're not the type of people whom I thought that I would call my "barkada" kasi di naman talaga ako friendly noon, well sort of.

I Miss Us.

First Move.

I always think that being the person who always makes the first move is the more mature one. I always assume that they're the ones who would rather lose the argument. I believe that it's true so I do it. I always make the first move. But you know what sucks about always making the first move? It doesn't make you feel important.

I'm Still Hanging.

I knew know this person. I used to be with this person every single day. I used to tell this person everything. I used to be with this person after class because time in school was never enough. I used to call this person whenever I feel like talking to someone. I used to share my paranoia to this person because I feel comfortable telling this person how I felt. I used to share laughs, and even cries, with this person because talking to this person is a great comfort to me. I used to go with this person every where because I want to spend time with him/her. I used to go to this person's place when he/she's sick because this person needs someone to take care of him/her and he/she would do the same for me. I used to be this person's "person". But that's the thing, isn't it? I USED TO.