I am an Addict. Care to read?

May 15, 2013- Wednesday

Since my childhood, I am writing but I never get chance to finish a story. All the ideas, plots and conflicts for a certain story are just all in my head.

In my early teens, especially in high school, we did activities such as writing poems. I enjoyed it a lot! And I am one of the persons who finished their poems first but I never get a chance to be on top. I don’t know why. Maybe my efforts then were still not enough.

But still, I love writing. It is my passion.

When I was 15 and got my heart so much broken, I started to get more serious about writing. I even started to write my own songs.  I never thought that I will be madly in love with writing during those days because would you believe that I wrote songs each day of my life?! Sometimes, I can write four song lyrics a day! Haha. Next to oxygen, I can’t live a day without holding a pen and a paper just to write my thoughts. I even thought myself how to play the guitar just to accompany my own songs. And due to constant writing, I can write songs within five minutes. Believe it or not! But it only happens if I am very inspired or feeling such extreme emotions.

There are a lot of things going through my head that I want to write about. Every time I see a paper and pen, I can’t help myself from writing. Even I don’t have any idea I will force myself to have such when paper and pen are in front of me.

And when I’ve got one, I will be surprised that ideas keep on rushing in my head. They do even race! Which will come first? So the tendency is I will forget some of them.

My mom told me that when I was a kid, I can’t write. I really have had hard time writing, even my long name. (I learnt reading first). So, who would ever thought that I will be an avid fan of writing just as I am right now? Actually, I am not just a fan, I am an addict! I am an addict of writing. How could I say? If you came into my room, I have piles of papers and notebooks there. My notebooks which contained more or less 600 of my songs is one of the few that compromised those stocks, so do the drafts of my other stories. Hahaha.

I am proud to be an addict of writing because when my friends read my poems/song lyrics, they’re amazed. Writing is not easy. It takes time, patience and great ideas or inspiration. You may add motives and drives in the list. But most especially, writing should be a passion of a person. Passion. More than a hobby. Without these things, a person can’t finish a certain work.

They say, ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ It also applies to writing. It really paid off and worth it when you finished something that you really exerted your efforts on. The fulfillment is priceless! Especially when it is appreciated by others.

I am an addict of writing that’s why I dream to be one of the greatest songwriters and novelists that the Philippines has ever produced. Even the world, if it may. Writing is my vise and I will never get tired of doing it.



The problem with me is I cannot hate you; no matter how many pains you hurled at me; no matter how badly you hurt me either intentionally or not, I always go back to that one thing—that I love you so. I always try to look for reasons why I should hate you, why I should let you go but at the end of the day, I couldn’t because I need you. With each passing day, I need you more than ever. And this kind of feeling for someone like you is dangerous for someone like me—you are both my cure and my poison. So how do you expect me to live with that?


What’s with you? I am willing to be like a fool. I am willing to swallow my pride which is very important with me. I’m willing to look cheap and desperate. Just for me to be with you. Just for that one thing I badly need from you. I know I am insane because of this too much love but I no longer care. I just want you and only you.


Yet, I know you don’t even give a slightest damn about me, about my feelings, about my endless show of concern and affection for you. Maybe I am not really worth it. Maybe you truly enjoy fooling around. Maybe you absolutely enjoy playing games with me. Maybe you love the idea of someone like me is head over heels to someone like you. And I don’t know.


Right now, my head is filled with nothing but tangled thoughts. Also, I could no longer separate the truth from the lies. I no longer know the real and pure things. And to make it all more fuck up? I no longer care as long as you’re there.

There are just these days that I simply don’t want to speak or talk to anybody. It doesn’t mean that I am pushing them away in my life. I just need these kinds of moments. I need to be alone with all of these raging thoughts in my head. I need to find solitude. I need to stay away from everyone even to those persons who mean the most to me. I just need some space and air for myself. I need some distance. During this time, talking tends to be tiring for me; I simply want to stay in one corner and think whatever the hell is going on in my life. Some may never understand me or this certain behavior of mine. But I cannot blame them since I even don’t understand myself why I need this. Maybe this is who I really am. Maybe, I truly find inner happiness, peace and myself when I am alone. But one thing is for sure, I will come back and talk to the people around me sooner or later. Maybe I am simply too lost and broken lately to start acting like this once more.

Call me stupid. I tried giving you a call earlier this morning since I’ve heard in the news that your city was hit by the earthquake. I wan to make sure that you’re still doing fine despite the tragedy. But unfortunately, both of your numbers could no longer be reached. I tried several times on different times today but I still got the same old tragic result. I felt sad since those numbers are precious to me. They are my connections to you. Most of our wonderful memories happened through them. So what to do now? I’ve totally lost you. It just a proof that you’re no longer coming back. You didn’t even inform me. Are you already out of the country? If so, great. I would no longer hear from you. Just great.

In case you can read this, how are you? I hope you’re doing fine. Honestly, the reason why I don’t change my numbers is the truth that I was somehow hoping that you’d be back. We’re not friends in any social media account so how can I reach you if I lost your number? If you can read this, I just want you to know that I missed you badly. I truly missed talking to you. I missed those late night conversations. I missed the way my phone rings any time of the day since you’re calling me up. I missed you, would you still come back?

Yeah, you’re one of the monsters in my past that keep on taunting me any time of the day. Great, right?

If you only have a way to figure out how much I missed talking to you, what would you do? To tell you honestly, I’ve been battling all the temptations inside me to drop a message in your inbox to tell all the things I wanted to say, most especially the fact that I truly and deeply missed conversing with you. You’re such a great and incredible conversationalist that I would never get tired of talking. And maybe that’s one of the million reasons why my heart started to sway in a crazy beat for you.

Yes, I missed you but I couldn’t tell it to you. I must suppress every raging emotion inside me. If I do drop a message to you, all of my closed wounds would be re-opened. And all of the long buried pains would be awoken. I don’t want that to happen. I’ve had had enough of the sorrows and miseries my feelings for you brought me. But still, I missed you. And this stupid longing of me for you allow me to feel as lonely as possible. Damn it. This is one of the thousand reasons why having feelings for someone who won’t ever see my worth is at the bottom part of my list.

I missed you. I missed the sound of your voice. I just want to see the light  and colors in your eyes when you talk. I want to see your smile. I want to be with you. But I couldn’t. And I know, I wouldn’t for the rest of my life.

There really is this kind of night when I would realize that I am lonely as fuck. All my frustrations, broken dreams, rejections and sorrows seem to agree that they would be doing their best all at the same time to make me as horrible as possible– no matter what I do, I couldn’t strangle myself out of them. And on night like this, happiness becomes elusive. You cannot find it anywhere and everywhere. Why is that? Did happiness make a deal with sadness?

I just realized, with each passing day, as I age, loneliness is easier to find than joy and delight. You would strive hard to have happiness but when it comes to loneliness? It would be effortless. It would come to you for free. It would knock onto your door without any sign and warning. Is growing up really supposed to be this way? Is it really supposed to be filled with negative emotions I’ve been trying hard to eradicate out of my system? Or is it really me? Is it really me who made it all hard from the very beginning? Or is it really me who keeps on pushing myself to my limit which would only lead to huge blows and assaults of frustrations when in fact, I could take some rest? I don’t know.

I noticed that my writings lately usually go around the whole idea of miseries, frustrations, sadness and longing. Would it still change? Would I still go back to my old writing style that it was filled with joy, hopes and positivity about life and whatever lies with it? I don’t know. Lately, I am simply lost. I am simply going with the flow of my boring and repetitious life without doing anything to turn it or to go against it. I simply don’t have any idea what to do in my life anymore.

Sadness is the root of all of this. If I could only be filled with joy and vibrancy tantamount to the happiness of kids, this could be easier. But I couldn’t as much as I wanted to; as hard as I made a pact with myself that I would start changing my outlook in life– it must be leading towards appreciation and understanding positivity and joy.

With this, I will end this stupid and senseless writing with a huge hope that everything will be alright eventually.

Note to Everybody about Sadness

As we age, life keeps on getting harder and tougher. Our emotions falter from time to time. Most of the times we feel something we couldn’t define. Usually, we feel a thing we’ve never felt before. And what’s worse than that, as we grow up, it’s mostly negative feelings. But we have to remember something. There’s more to life than frustrations, heartaches, sorrows and sadness. For us to be more human and to feel more alive, we have to suffer those unwanted emotions, however, we must never forget that we should never drown ourselves in them. Rather, we must oblige ourselves to seek positive thoughts, happiness and joy surrounding us. I understand that looking for those things is not easy when negative emotions were already too much to take but you have to try. We have to try. We really have to. It’s for our own good. Little by little, we have to attempt finding good things around us. We can find something if we only have a little patience—it may not be as big as the other, but at least we find it, right? Soon enough, our outlook towards life will be more vibrant and better.


Sadness will never be out of the way. It’s part of the process whether we like it or not. Its presence in our lives always mean something—it always present itself for us to learn something or to appreciate the thing we usually take for granted. It will never fail to figure out the hidden passages towards your entirety to fulfill its mission of destroying you. But we’re all a changed person. We have a new way on how to throw it away without hesitation; we already find a way to leave it all behind; we finally find a way not to dwell in it and be the best version of ourselves.

Lately, I’m going through this stupid battle between myself and the raging inexplicable emotions inside it. For some strange reason, I always feel so down and upset towards everything. I have no idea if it’s only me or the things around me are truly frustrating. I’ve been going on this cycle for quite some time and I still didn’t find the key to end all of this. I always feel that I am not good enough and all of my efforts to be in the place I really want to be in aren’t enough to take me there. And I cannot understand this. Honestly, I feel so lost. I really don’t know what to do in my life. Is the early stage of adulthood supposed to be this way? I don’t have any idea if this is the right path or what. I still feel that nothing is really happening in my life. They say this stage is supposed to be filled with fun but how come that it isn’t the case for me? I wish that there’s a manual teaching and giving tips on how to really deal with this. This is a crazy stage and it keeps on getting crazier with each passing day. Great.