Deep insecurity. Emotional Depression. Sound of Silence. Terrible meaning of
the word LOVE. Infinite words that cannot verbalize. Functuation of the excessive glance of reality. Empathy and Sympathy- They’re my friends.Obliged to write the reality of life. Brave enough to conquer the trammels. Grasp of inner sensation that would enter my spirit. Glance of hilariousness and forestolen bitterness. -Yes i am. Weird. I’m crazy. Friendly. Kind. Funny. Optimistic. Pessimistic. Joker. I do love fashion. I dream to be one of the most prestigious filipino fashion model.
Can sing, dance, act. I can write obviously. Isn’t it? Well then i’m not perfect. I maybe a loner somehow. But i can say that i am independent. I can live without anybody. Just God, Just me. Don’t ever try to insinuate such embittering words that would hit me thoroughly. I beg you. You don’t even know me. You don’t have any idea about my hidden soul. Take care.
Mind to ask anything. I can handle you Gently. :)