I can't lie to myself. I can only confuse myself.

so will I fall? and not get up?

after deliberation.. a student asks me: "sir, magiging intern na po ba ako?" i dont think there was a right answer for that question

my idiot friends are right. They tell me something I've already known but continue to deny.

to that small voice inside my head: you will get me killed someday.

mistakes are proof that you tried. and failed.

we met again that day. there were no words that i could say. she did the usual wave and smile.

an overly outmatched love.

he is the prisoner of paradise.

still not enough reason to actively seek those difficult times.