The reason why I don’t listen to sad songs.. They tear me apart.

I just opened a blog and the BGM was.. Gosh. It was really overwhelming. It made me feel disappointed and upset and I don’t know.. Memories came flooding back. Somehow I kept on listening to the song even if it completely changed my mood. I feel bad. I feel lonely. I feel upset. I feel longing. 

Gosh. :(

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I am SERIOUS.

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It kills me.

I have many friends, and I perfectly know that. They’re approachable and very caring. I am very grateful to have each and every one of them. I love them and treat them like sisters, and they treat me as one too. Life without them would be dull. 

I could reach them through text, through fb, or in person. I could communicate with them. I could reach them almost any time. They’re there- so near and reachable. I could approach them any time, probably even anywhere. They’re always ready to listen, no doubts about that. They would probably even give me advices that would be really helpful to me.

With this situation I’m in, this would seem the perfect time to talk them..

But reality says it’s not.

You would probably think that telling them this wouldn’t be hard, what with all their friendliness and the easy communication between us and what not, but you are wrong if you thought so.

There are things they ought to take seriously, but unfortunately instead of doing so, they take these things as those not worthy to be bothered about, or to be even talking seriously about. I reckon they’re probably thinking it wouldn’t mean a lot to me, but honestly, I am very disappointed and upset that they wouldn’t take this as seriously as I do..

I don’t hate my friends, alright? I love them. I love them so much. :(

But it kills me why, at times, they choose to be blind over things they ought to be looking at…

Example, ME and this situation I’m in.

It kills me. 

Promises.

I believe in promises, yes I do. Promises give me hope, keep me going, and even strengthens me. Promises could even change me. I don’t take a promise as a joke.

When I promise something, I am sincere that I will do it. No matter what happens. Similarly, when a person promises me something, I will hold on to that promise no matter what happens. I believe in promises, no matter how impossible or far-fetched they might be.

I believe that only sincere and brave persons make promises; they are not afraid to make one and they are brave enough to keep it. I see people who take a promise as a joke cowards, for they could not stand up for what they say. 

Today I made a promise.

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My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world.

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