February 2012
Woman: Can I have birth control?
Government: No.
Woman: I got pregnant because I didn't have birth control and I don't want the fetus. Can I have an abortion?
Government: No.
Woman: I gave birth to my child but since I wasn't expecting it, I can't afford daycare. Can I have help paying for it?
Government: No.
Woman: My boyfriend isn't excited about sex anymore, because I lost my figure due to pregnancy. Will you pay for his erectile dysfunction pills?
Government: Yes.
It’s kinda funny because if it wasn’t for school, going somewhere everyday away from my house.- away from just laying in my bed thinking about where I am truly happy, then I would go crazy, crazier than I am because of school… Because I remember those last few weeks before school started I was so fucking depressed, going to sleep at 5 in the morning but not before I would sit...
24ribs:
I think the reason why so many people are unhappy is because they are waiting for a time when everything is perfect. They are waiting for a day when they wake up and everything clicks, where nothing is going wrong. That day wont ever come. There will always be suffering, things will always be going wrong. That isn’t a reason to be upset. You don’t wait for all the suffering to be gone,...
I miss how you were when I first met you.
Im going to marry a guy from the Philippines. I know that in my heart that’s the only guy I’m able to marry. Not a Filipino guy from here since in all honesty it isn’t the same. Not the same culture background compared to a guy that grew up from the Philippines. It would be nice if they were from the Mindanao Area. However there are cons marrying a guy that didn’t grow up...
Those moments where everything feels so right. That those past weeks that’s been hard doesn’t really matter because what matters is right now. And right now feels like infinite. Like nothing can touch this moment, because this moment I feel happy and that’s what matters.
I was barely sixteen. He was twenty-one, twenty-two? Nothing happened, just over friendly maybe flirty smiles with longing glances. With the summer heat burning our backs, I would wait to hear the distinct sound of his motorcycle from the veranda and I would run down outside, then steady my breaths and then pretend to play with my younger cousins, then non nonchalantly looking towards him and then...
Its like I deleted everyone but I still see their annoying ass comments and shit.
MHMM… DELETE MORE PEOPLE!
Friends that you think are your friends but they’re just fucking ungrateful twits. Who rely on having a bunch of followers rather than an actual friend. YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT AN ACTUAL FRIEND IS YOU FUCKING RETARD. Go to fucking Hell.
TAKE ME TO THE PHILIPPINES.
that’s where I was really happy anyways. Thats where my mom is happy.
Shit, fucking A. Im sick and fucking tired of your fucking flake ass. Stupid Bitch. I swear to fucking Jesus. It’s always me that makes the fucking plans and you always fucking flake. I want to fucking choke the shit out of you .
I’m so over emotions, I’m over people, I’m over emotionally investing in people that doesn’t deserve it. Finally getting the fact that no one really deserves me as of right now. No one is in the same place with me; not the right time, not the right person, not the right situation. Yes. Embracing actually being “single single”. Setting my priorities again. Three...
are we dating? are we fucking? are we best friends?
are we something in between that?
Listen
Doing me like Drake. Like in the beginning of the Year, Grades and the Arts (drawings and photo pro folio/Flickr) . And of course working on “me”.
