Reblogged from hopelesslyinlike
(Source: hopelesslyinlike, via thoughtsoveremotions)
There are too many memories.
This is oh so fucking painful.
And so is being forgotten.
And don’t forget being replaced.
(Source: artandme-101, via abilovely)
BUT EVERYTHING DOES FUCKING GET TO ME DAMNIT. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU STUPID DOUCHE BAG. DO YOU THINK I LIKE FEELING LIKE SHIT?
(via abilovely)
The “–ese” of Abigail
Quick to question everything;
Ride under the airplane’s wing.
Flying home, we’re back within…
Filipino culture— Kin.
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Death awaits someday… Just pray.
Live and love and play all day.
Filipinos love their life.
Abigail understands strife.
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Abi Sison loves coffee.
Yet she refuses drinking tea.
When the rain begins to fall…
Abigail knows while taking in all.
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Yet within, can I play my—
Emotional games and lie?
“Yo! … Should’ve been born Chinese…”
Yet I want to live… Japanese.
Sashimi… Anime… Manga…
Nightmare’s song is Alumina.
Chopsticks in my hair.
Kimonos are everywhere.
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Chinese, Japanese, or Philippines?
Why should I choose my “-ese”?
Life and Culture… Whatever
Shall I Choose? –Never!
American— I am
Abigail is who I am!
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So I ask, who may I be?
I understand- I am me.
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Yet within, can I play—
My emotional games every day?
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So I ask, who may I be?
I understand— I am me.
On purpose or something. I might be an emotional masochist, or some sort of crazy, I can’t even now. Fuck. Failing two classes. I don’t know what I can do.
“It’s either one or the other.”
FUCK YOU. Fuck you. Ugh I hate myself. I can’t. Crying makes me feel like shit. And I just want to die or something disappear forever and pretend I don’t exist or fake my death and live else where, where no one knows me.
And these stupid sad songs keep the tears flowing, because I regret so much crap, and people just keep leaving, and I can’t keep holding on to people because they won’t hold on. It’s like being at the edge of a cliff, and I’m holding onto your hand, but then you tire of holding up my weight and just drop me. And you let me die, and I don’t understand why.
Senior year wasn’t supposed end like this! Whyeigvjioefos.
I want to cut damnit. I don’t even give a crap right now. I just want to feel better. But nothing’s helping.
One mission at a time.
Me and my friends were in Starbucks and one of my friends pointed outside and we literally RAN out of Starbucks to go say hi. And he gave me a hug and I was like ugh, die. I love him. There are just certain people that just make you happy just by seeing them. He’s one of them.
