I always have this feeling of not being loved by anybody, that no one appreciates me and that no one would care if I'm gone. I tend to feel jealous over friends who value their other friends more than they value me. I'm always bitter, most of the time lonely, overly dramatic and self-consumed.
As if I needed that huge amount of attention, care and love.
Yet, I'll always be thankful for a loving family. I know I always have some place I could call home--right in the arms of my mom and pop. And of course, there's always my brother who never fail to make me feel I'm just a little girl, even at 20.
I'll always be grateful to know people who appreciate me. Others, even if I never realized I mattered to them. One said, "Thanks for coming into my life." My heart melted afterwards. The other said, she'd never leave me. Even if the whole world would. I could die right there and then.
I'd forever remember my friends--silver, gold and diamonds.
I remember very well, I was in third year high school when I said I don't want to join the field trip because it would entail a lot of cost and I was not sure if I would enjoy it. I sent a note to one of my barkada. He replied immediately. "I have 13 reasons for you." Then he enumerated the names of our friends. It was sheer love.
And that JRS Express package. I could imagine the despair, fatigue and misery of the guy who sent me it. He's been through rough waters lately. I tried really hard to hold back the tears last night. I know I should have called him but I might just cry.
After that package, I know, somebody loves me.
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As if I needed that huge amount of attention, care and love.
Yet, I'll always be thankful for a loving family. I know I always have some place I could call home--right in the arms of my mom and pop. And of course, there's always my brother who never fail to make me feel I'm just a little girl, even at 20.
I'll always be grateful to know people who appreciate me. Others, even if I never realized I mattered to them. One said, "Thanks for coming into my life." My heart melted afterwards. The other said, she'd never leave me. Even if the whole world would. I could die right there and then.
I'd forever remember my friends--silver, gold and diamonds.
I remember very well, I was in third year high school when I said I don't want to join the field trip because it would entail a lot of cost and I was not sure if I would enjoy it. I sent a note to one of my barkada. He replied immediately. "I have 13 reasons for you." Then he enumerated the names of our friends. It was sheer love.
And that JRS Express package. I could imagine the despair, fatigue and misery of the guy who sent me it. He's been through rough waters lately. I tried really hard to hold back the tears last night. I know I should have called him but I might just cry.
After that package, I know, somebody loves me.
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