Suicidal Thoughts Of A "WOULD-BE-DEAD"

Nawala na ang misteryo ng iyong mga ngiti. Hindi na rin ako natutuwa sa mga maliliit na kalandiang ginagawa mo gaya ng pag sasalita ng matinis at pag arteng parang bata. Alam ko na wala ka rin namang pakialam sa nararamdaman at sasabihin ko. Wala rin naman akong pakialam sa'yo, simula ng nalaman ko ang totoo. Tao lang tayo,alam ko, may mga pangangailangan, kagustuhan at kapalaluhan. Pero ang kapalaluhang ginawa mo, ang pangangailangan mo, ang na gustuhan mo... kakaiba. Hindi kita hinuhusgahan, wala ako sa posisyon para gawin 'yon. Hindi rin naman ako nag mamalinis. Nais ko lang ilabas ang saluobin, kuro-kuro at opinyon. Gaya ng sabi ko, wala akong pakialam sa'yo. Bilang pagtatapos, nais ko lang malaman mo na hindi s'ya ang sagot, hindi s'ya ang kailangan mo, hindi s'ya ang mag papaligaya sa'yo. Naniniwala pa rin ako na matalino ka. Gamitin mo...

I'm thinking, is it better this way? Someone told me earlier: "Maybe it's better this way" I shrugged and answered: "Maybe" or is it? Is it really better this way? I'm thinking of ending it. Just like what happened with my "Mom" and my "Pseudo-Dad" No more expectations, no more pain; just "friends" no more, no less. Maybe I'm expecting too much from you. Maybe we're not really meant for each other. Was it the age gap? Was I too lax? Were you too confident? Tell me... Shall we end this now? I'm thinking of just moving on and forgetting us Is it worth fighting for? Is this even real? Will you hold my hand when we grow old? My wing, to fly me through all these pain? Questions that will never be answered 'til we cross the bridge... What are you thinking? As you sit there smiling, eating, working. Is it better this way?

It's the end of the world... All over me buildings are crumbling One skyscraper fell into another People are screaming, crying, running Mothers are praying for their kids It's the end of the world... The ground is shaking, slowly opening to engulf the populace Demons are climbing out of the crevices of the earth Angels with silver swords descending from the purple-blue sky Armageddon, no one will be alive It's the end of the world... As I sit here sipping my coffee Black as night, sweet as sin I sit here reading Gaiman It's the end of the world And I Feel Fine...

She was thinking of what to bring back home, thinking if they would like it, if HE would like it. She wasn't sure really, so she bought two of every kind. Anyway, it's not like it's expensive or anything. Camila, you see is a pleaser. I don't know if she knows but we all know that you just can't please everyone. Trying it is suicidal, either you end up quitting or pissing everyone around you. Not that this fact matters, but I just thought you might want to know. The bus was cold, she was wearing her brown jacket, hugging her handbag and looking outside the busy street of Lucena City. She could imagine the heat as people from all walks of life perspire as they pass through the bus she's ridding. She was constantly checking her phone for text messages, the one she's hoping for hasn't arrived yet. It's not like she is expecting but she would love it if HE would send her even a short "hi" or "Hw r u?" She misses HIM terribly. She doub