The Filipino LGBTQIA Community Has A Long Way To Go

Friday, July 04, 2025


 

Lately, it’s been heartbreaking to see members of our own community tearing each other down in the comments section. We should be lifting each other up, not breaking each other apart.

The words we use carry weight. They can heal or harm. They can empower or destroy. Just because someone doesn’t share your exact view doesn’t make them any less valid. Diversity in thought doesn’t have to lead to division.

Inclusivity means no one gets left behind.
Not the femme, not the masc, not the loud, not the soft-spoken. Not the ones still figuring it out. Not the ones who’ve known all along. We are all part of this fight, and together we stand—divided, we fall.

Beyond those words, I see fear. I see pain that has been in us for so long. Pain that stems from years—decades—of rejection, ridicule, and having to constantly defend our right to exist. That kind of trauma doesn’t disappear overnight. But it’s time. It’s time to move away from the pain and the ridicule. It’s time we stop projecting that pain onto each other and begin healing as one community.

Trans women are women. Let’s start from there.
If you don’t share the same belief, at the very least—listen. Listen without attacking. Learn without mocking. Disagree without dehumanizing. You can’t claim to be for equality and then draw the line where your comfort ends.

We’ve all felt what it’s like to be silenced, invalidated, erased. Let’s not recreate the very same systems of exclusion inside our own spaces.

Let’s educate ourselves, listen more, and judge less. The goal is progress, not perfection. We are all learning. Let’s build a community where we can grow and evolve together, with respect, empathy, and love at the center.

Because if we can’t stand for each other—who else will?

Happy Pride

Sunday, June 29, 2025




Happy Pride Month šŸ³️‍🌈

This month is a celebration of love, identity, freedom, and the long journey toward being seen, respected, and understood. But today, I want to use this moment to say something simple and deeply personal:

Thank you.

Thank you for accepting me—not just tolerating me, not just quietly coexisting with me, but truly accepting me for who I am. You didn’t ask me to explain myself. You didn’t ask me to change. You simply opened your arms, your heart, and your life to me. And that kind of acceptance is a rare, beautiful gift I will never take for granted.

You made space for me when I was still learning how to make space for myself.
You reminded me that I don’t have to be quiet to be respected.
That I don’t have to hide to be loved.
That I don’t have to shrink to fit into someone else’s idea of what’s comfortable.

I am allowed to take up space.
I am allowed to be proud of who I am.
And I am allowed to feel joy—not just in private moments, but out loud, in the light, without fear.

Thank you for being the kind of friend who sees me fully and loves me anyway.
Thank you for showing up, not just in words, but in presence, in patience, in action.
Thank you for holding space, even when you didn’t fully understand.
Thank you for standing beside me, especially in the moments when I felt most unsure of myself.

Pride is not just about parades and rainbow flags. It’s about people like you—people who choose to love out loud, who choose kindness over comfort, who choose allyship over silence.

I carry your friendship with me every day, and I celebrate it this month especially.
Because your support has helped me grow.
Your love has helped me heal.
And your presence has reminded me that I belong.

So again—thank you. For everything.
For the love. For the laughs. For the light.
For being a safe space. For being my friend.

With all my heart, and with so much pride,

šŸŒˆšŸ’– 

 

Yes, I have an Attitude

Wednesday, June 18, 2025


 YES, I HAVE AN ATTITUDE AND I OWN EVERY BIT OF IT

But let’s be real, this attitude comes with something rare
a loyalty that’s unshakable, untouchable, and unapologetic
I’m the type to ride for the people I care about like it’s my full-time job
I defend, protect, and stay solid even when no one’s watching
I don’t flinch, I don’t fold, and I don’t play pretend

I’ve been through enough in life to know who I am
and I won’t tone that down just to make anyone comfortable
I’m not built to sugarcoat, stay silent, or play submissive to keep people around
If you're in my world, you get the real me
fire, flaws, heart, and all
And trust me, my loyalty is a luxury
It’s not cheap, it’s not common, and it’s definitely not for the weak

You want someone quiet, passive, and easy to manipulate
Wrong girlie. Wrong energy
You want someone who won’t call you out when you’re wrong or stand up for what’s right
Keep scrolling
Because I’m not her

This attitude
It’s built from scars, survival, and self-respect
It’s shaped by lessons people tried to teach me the hard way
And now I wear it like armor

So yeah, I talk back when disrespected
I set boundaries when needed
And I will never beg for a seat at any table I can flip over

We ride hard or not at all
And if you can’t handle the fire
then baby, you were never meant to sit beside me in the first place

#AttitudeWithPurpose #UnapologeticEnergy #RealOnesOnly #TakeMeAsIAm #RideOrDieLoyalty #BuiltFromFire #IfYouCantHandleMeDontComeCloser

People I follow on TikTok who aren’t celebrities… but absolutely are in their own right.

Thursday, June 12, 2025

 People I follow on TikTok who aren’t celebrities… but absolutely are in their own right.

No Oscars, no Met Gala invites — but in my algorithm, they walk the digital red carpet every day.



Jamie Xie
think she’s Chinese, and she is Rich Rich. I watch her TikToks for the glam, the luxury, the “my life is a Vogue spread” aesthetic. Just in case I randomly marry rich or win the lottery — I’ll be ready. I won’t act brand new. I’ve studied the material.


Cottage of Brunswick
It’s literally someone restoring a cottage in Brunswick, and yet I wait for updates like it's a Netflix series. The peeling walls, the rustic tiles, the weird DIY choices that somehow work? Comfort content. Like a warm cup of tea but make it interior design.




Back to the Studs

Two gay men in NYC flipping homes and narrating it like it’s a fairytale — but with wood beams and emotional trauma. The voiceover? Soothing. The storytelling? Top tier. They could literally be reading plumbing instructions and I’d still watch.



angelinapj
Yes, I’m Angelina certified. There’s something about her accent, her humor, her storytelling — like I’m on FaceTime with a chaotic but lovable cousin who always has tea. I never swipe past her. She’s a core memory.



diabe.tech
I’m diabetic, and he’s like the Anderson Cooper of Diabetes TikTok. Updates, tips, tech reviews — all served in an easy-to-digest way (pun intended). It’s the only kind of “news” that doesn’t give me anxiety.





  1. sherwinables
    Unhinged in the best way. Every post is something totally different — a chaotic costume, a mini play, a or a jest about the upper management. I never know what to expect, and that’s exactly why I’m watching. Niche internet gold.




90 Days

Sunday, May 18, 2025

 






It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything personal, so this one goes in deep.

For a while now, I’ve been struggling—really struggling—with grief. It’s the kind of weight that sneaks up on you, settles in your chest, and stays there no matter how loud the world gets. I didn’t really know how to cope. So I did what many people do when they don’t want to feel: I hid. And my hiding place? Alcohol.

It started as a way to get through the nights. Then the days. Then everything in between. I told myself I was living, but really, I was just surviving.

But here’s where the story shifts.

I’m 3 months sober. 90 days.

That might not sound like a lot to some people, but if you’ve ever struggled with addiction or even just relied too heavily on something that numbed you, then you know—90 days is everything. It’s the raw part. The part where you’re still learning to live without the thing that used to hold you together (even if it was actually tearing you apart).

It hasn’t been easy. There have been days when I’ve felt like I was unraveling. Days when I had to sit with pain that I used to drown. But there’s a strange beauty in the clarity that comes with sobriety. In feeling everything, finally. In healing, slowly.

I don’t have it all figured out. I’m still grieving. Still learning. But I’m proud—so damn proud—to say I’ve made it through these 90 days.

If you’re reading this and you’re in the thick of it too, I see you. I’m rooting for you. And I promise, even when it feels impossible, there is light on the other side of numbness.

Here’s to the next 90.

Start Now

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

 

Hey soul with big dreams,

Most people don’t quit.
They don’t even start.

They sit with the idea. They overthink. They wait for the “right” time. They let fear dress up as logic. They scroll for inspiration but never take the first step.

But you? You’re not most people.
You feel the nudge. You hear the calling. You’ve had the vision tug at your heart more times than you can count.

So what are you waiting for?

The truth is: perfection is a myth. Clarity comes from movement, not from thinking about moving. And if you keep waiting for confidence to magically appear before starting — you’ll be stuck forever. Confidence grows after you begin.

Start messy. Start unsure. Start scared if you must.
But for the love of everything you’ve ever dreamed of — just start.

🌱 Drop a “START” below if you’re done holding yourself back.
šŸ’¬ Tag the friend who needs this little push.
šŸ“Œ Follow us @forthesoul6010 for daily fuel for the brave.

When a Friend Isn’t There When You Need Them the Most: Learning to Be Your Own Person

Saturday, April 26, 2025

 

There are moments in life when you find yourself in need of someone—someone to talk to, someone to help you through the rough patches, someone to just be present with you. It’s natural to want a friend by your side, especially during the times when life feels overwhelming, when you feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You call, you text, you reach out, hoping for a comforting presence. But what happens when they aren’t there? When, despite your need, the people you turn to are nowhere to be found?

At first, it stings. You feel abandoned, as if the connection you thought you had wasn’t as strong as you believed. It’s a tough pill to swallow. In those moments of loneliness, the silence is deafening. And while it’s okay to feel hurt or disappointed, it’s also important to take a step back and realize something profound: sometimes, you have to learn to be your own person.

They Not Like Me

Thursday, April 10, 2025


 Sometimes I forget that people aren’t like me.

That not everyone has the same heart.

That not everyone will go out of their way just because they care.


I catch myself doing things for others—

little things, big things—

thinking, “If they were in my shoes, they’d do the same for me.”

But that’s not always true.


I bend over backwards,

stretch myself thin,

go the extra mile—

because that's how I show love, how I show up.

Because that’s who I am.


But not everyone thinks that way.

Some won’t even take a step for you,

while you're out here moving mountains just to make them smile.


And that realization stings.

It’s exhausting to keep giving to people who wouldn’t do the bare minimum for you.

To carry weight for others who never ask how you’re doing.


But I’m learning.

Learning that I can’t expect me from everyone.

Learning that my love, my effort, my energy—it’s valuable.

And it should be given to those who understand its worth.


Boundaries are not bitterness.

Pulling back isn’t being cold.

It’s protection. It’s self-respect.


I’ll still be me—

still kind, still thoughtful, still full of heart—

but I won’t keep setting myself on fire to keep people warm

who wouldn’t even pass me the match.

The Little Demonic Things

Monday, March 10, 2025


The people you surround yourself with matter more than you think. It’s not about having a crowd—it’s about having a solid few who genuinely have your back. People who take care of your name when you're there and, more importantly, when you're not. Those are the ones you keep close.

It doesn’t matter if it’s just two or three people. What matters is their loyalty, their integrity, and their energy. Because at the end of the day, the size of your circle doesn’t determine your strength—the foundation does.

We always hear, "It’s the little things we do that matter." And that’s true. The small acts of kindness, the little efforts, the quiet support—those things build strong relationships. But don’t forget, it’s also the little, sneaky, and demonic things people do that reveal their true colors. The offhand comments, the subtle jabs, the energy shifts when you're not around—those are the red flags you shouldn’t ignore.

Pay attention. Not everyone who smiles with you is for you. Some people clap for you in public but tear you down in private. That’s why protecting your space and your energy is crucial. Choose wisely, move intentionally, and keep your circle full of real ones.

Loyalty over numbers. Always. šŸ¤žšŸ½šŸ”„

Truly Blessed

Saturday, March 01, 2025


Man, I swear, God really got me. No matter what I do or where life takes me, He always puts me on the right path—one that leads me to the kind of people who just get me. The kind of people who don’t just feel like friends, but like family. Actually, even more than that. ❤️

I be thinking… I must’ve done something WILD in my past life, maybe even saved a whole nation or something šŸ˜‚—'cause the way I keep meeting the realest people? That’s nothing but divine favor. Grateful beyond words for these connections, these bonds that feel like they were written in the stars. šŸ’«

And what makes it even better? The stupid little fights we had over the dumbest things. Like who was right about a random fact, or who stole whose food. šŸ˜‚ We really thought we were beefing, but look at us now, just laughing about it like it was never that deep. That’s how you know it’s real. No matter what, we always find our way back to each other.

Life is crazy, but one thing’s for sure.I got the best people riding with me. And for that, I’ll always be grateful. šŸ¤

Hey Dad

Monday, February 17, 2025


 Hey Dad,


I hope you're somewhere peaceful, somewhere beyond what my eyes can see but close enough for me to feel. I wonder if you’re watching over me, catching all the little moments—like when I laugh at something stupid, when I hit a small win, or when I completely fall apart. I like to think that maybe you see it all. Maybe you still look out for me in your own way.


Some days, I feel okay. I smile when I think of you, remembering your voice, your jokes, the way you made everything feel a little safer. But then there are days when it hits differently—like a wave I wasn’t ready for. A song, a smell, or even just the silence can bring me right back to missing you all over again.


I still talk to you in my head, like you never really left. I tell you about my day, my worries, my hopes—sometimes just hoping, somehow, you hear me. And if you do, I just want you to know this: I love you. I miss you. And no matter how much time passes, I’ll always carry you with me.

Some Random Thought from Last Sunday

Wednesday, February 12, 2025


I had a realization while I was at the beach last Sunday, and it honestly hit me hard. As I was just chilling by the water, I couldn’t help but think about what I want for my future self. Like, we all get older, right? But I really hope I don’t turn into that person whose ego is always begging for attention and validation. You know, the kind of person who needs constant reassurance from others to feel good about themselves? I don’t want that for me.

I hope I won’t become the person who makes others feel bad just to feel good about myself. I don’t want to tear anyone down to build myself up. It’s so easy to get caught up in that toxic cycle, but I want to be better than that. I want to grow into someone who doesn’t need to be constantly praised or told they’re doing great. Instead, I want to find peace within myself, to be secure and confident without relying on the opinions of others. It’s not about shutting out feedback, but rather about not letting my worth depend on someone else’s words or approval.

I guess, at the end of the day, it’s about self-love and self-assurance. I want to be that person who can just be, without needing the spotlight or constant strokes to feel validated. Here’s to embracing who we are, flaws and all, and learning to stand tall even when no one else is around to clap.

#SelfGrowth #Reflection #BeYourself

Hey! This is For You

Sunday, February 09, 2025



Yo, if you're reading this and you give a damn, this one's for you.

Real talk: one day when I’m old and my legs are movin’ slower than dial-up internet, I want you to roll with me to the beach. I’m talkin’ about kickin’ it on the sand, just chillin’ and starin’ out into that endless, wild nothingness like it’s our own personal universe. I wanna soak up that sun until I’m crispy, with no worries, just letting the good vibes wash over me.

And hey, you know we gotta have that soundtrack on deck. I need those 2000s R&B jams bumpin’ in the background. Tracks that hit different and take you back to all those wild nights, heartbreaks, and unforgettable moments. Let that smooth music remind us how life can be both a banger and a slow jam, all rolled into one epic journey.

When it’s time for me to peace out from this crazy ride, I want to look back and know I lived it up—laughin’, lovin’, dancin’, and takin’ every chance life threw my way. I wanna be that old soul at the beach, smilin’ like I’ve seen it all, feelin’ grateful for every high and every low that made me who I am.

So here’s the deal: let’s not just coast through life. Let’s make every moment count, create memories that are as dope as those 2000s tracks, and always remember where we came from. Live loud, love hard, and never settle for less. When my time comes, I hope I leave behind a legacy of wild adventures and real connections.

Stay real, stay true, and keep the vibes alive—this life’s worth every minute if you live it like it’s the last track on your favorite playlist.

38: This is My Era of Reciprocity

Monday, January 06, 2025


This chapter of my life is called Reciprocity—and it’s a game-changer. For so long, I’ve been pouring into others without asking much in return. But now, I’m flipping the script. I’ve learned that you can’t keep giving when the energy isn’t mutual. It’s exhausting, unfulfilling, and unfair to yourself.

So here’s the new rule: I’ll give you the same energy you give me. You bring kindness, you’ll get kindness in return. You offer love and support, I’ll meet you with the same. But if all you bring is indifference, negativity, or distance, that’s what you’ll get back. It’s not about being petty—it’s about balance and self-respect.

Reciprocity is freedom. It’s letting go of one-sided relationships and stepping into a space where mutual effort, respect, and love are the standard. This isn’t about revenge or proving a point; it’s about protecting my peace and creating meaningful, balanced connections.

At 38, I’ve learned that not everyone is meant to walk this journey with me forever. And to the bridges I’ll inevitably burn along the way—good luck. šŸ”„ Not all connections are meant to last, and that’s okay. I’ll keep moving forward, lighter and freer, with no hard feelings.

Here’s to this era of alignment, healthy boundaries, and only giving what I get in return. Let’s see how this goes.

#ReciprocityEra #38YearsYoung #SelfLoveJourney #HealthyBoundaries #ProtectYourPeace #MutualEnergyOnly #GrowthMindset

Breaking the Cycle

Sunday, January 05, 2025


 Ahem. There was this girl I know. She was cute, alright, but she had one fatal flaw—she liked one of my closest friends, and he never saw her worth.

She did everything to get his attention. She hung out with the boys, chilled at a common friend’s house, even made up stories just to keep him around. But the harder she tried, the further he pulled away. I thought it was pathetic, cheap, and degrading.

Until today.

Over dinner, I told my sister about this girl. About all the things she did. And my sister? She dropped a truth bomb I wasn’t ready for.

"You have no right to laugh at her," she said. "Considering all the things you did with that guy."

And just like that, it hit me.

I was that girl—or maybe even worse. I’ve been caught in this vicious cycle: meet a guy, fall hard, fall harder, get crazy, things fall apart, melt down, move on. Rinse. Repeat.

My sister asked me when it will stop. Truth is, I don’t know the answer.

But here's what I’m starting to realize: it’s not about the guy, the chase, or even the heartbreak. It’s about me. My choices, my patterns, my why. Why do I keep running after people who don’t stay? Why do I give so much of myself to someone who doesn’t give the same back?

It’s a hard truth to swallow, but sometimes, the love we desperately try to find in others is the love we’re not giving ourselves.

So, to the girl I laughed at—you taught me something. You weren’t pathetic. You were just looking for love in the wrong place.

And to myself—maybe it’s time to break the cycle. To pause, reflect, and remember that love isn’t about losing yourself to find someone else.

It’s about finding you.

Diabetes Type 2

Monday, December 16, 2024


 As many of you know, I’ve always been open about my life here, and that includes my journey with Type 2 Diabetes. 🌱 Last week was one of the toughest I've faced—it was a wake-up call. I felt absolutely terrible, and it hit me hard that I never want to feel that way again. šŸ™

I’ll be honest—it’s been a constant battle to stick to a proper diet and maintain control. Life gets hectic, cravings creep in, and sometimes I lose track. But this past week taught me how crucial it is to take care of myself. šŸ’”

If you’re also living with diabetes or know someone who is, I’d love to hear your advice:
šŸ’” How do you stay consistent with your diet?
šŸ’” Any go-to snacks or meals that help with sugar control?
šŸ’” Tips for staying active or managing stress?

Sharing is caring, and together, we can lift each other up. 🌟 Drop your tips and ideas in the comments—I’m so ready to bounce back and make better choices moving forward. šŸ’Ŗ

Here’s to healthier days ahead! 🩷 #DiabetesJourney #Type2Diabetes #SelfCare #HealthyLiving

Friendships Fade

Sunday, December 15, 2024


 Sometimes, you grow out of friendships—and that’s okay.

No fight, no drama, just a quiet realization that the connection has faded. Some friendships are like chapters in a book; they have a beginning, a middle, and sometimes, an end. šŸ’”

You get used to the fact that the texts become fewer, and the spontaneous check-ins stop. Birthdays no longer come with the usual greetings, and the spaces between conversations stretch wider. It doesn’t feel the same anymore. That’s when you realize—it’s not about bitterness or regret. It’s about gratitude. Gratitude for the memories, the lessons, and the shared moments that once made you feel seen, heard, and valued.

When a friendship has served its purpose and reached the end of its timeline, it’s not about forcing things to stay the same. It’s about letting go gracefully. Saying goodbye doesn’t mean it wasn’t meaningful. It means you’ve grown, and now it’s time to embrace what’s next—whether that’s new experiences, new connections, or simply a deeper understanding of yourself. 🌱✨

Letting go is hard, but trust that everything happens for a reason. Some people are meant to walk with you for a while, not forever. And that’s okay, too.

Tag someone who’s been a meaningful part of your journey and let them know they’ll always hold a special place in your story. šŸ’Œ

Behind Every Post

Wednesday, November 20, 2024


 You’ve probably seen me on Facebook. Maybe you’ve scrolled past my posts—the ones that seem like I’m setting fire to everything in my life, burning bridges, and walking away with a sense of purpose. Or maybe you’ve noticed the ones where I’ve shared that I’m broken, raw, and vulnerable. But let me tell you something: those posts? They’re just the surface.

The truth is, you have no idea what I’ve been dealing with behind the scenes. Social media has become my outlet—a place where I air my thoughts, my victories, my struggles, and yes, sometimes my dirty linens. But here’s the thing: what I post isn’t the whole story. It’s carefully curated moments, emotions filtered through a screen, and a narrative that only shows half the life I live.

Maybe you’ve rolled your eyes or shook your head at some of the things I’ve shared. Maybe you’ve thought, “What’s the deal with all these stunts?” And that’s okay. I know not everyone will get it. Not everyone needs to. But remember this: what I post is only what I choose to show. It’s the part of me I feel safe enough to share with the world. It’s not the full reality—it’s just a sliver of my life, sometimes carefully crafted to appear stronger, happier, or even more broken than I truly am.

Behind every fiery word and every raw post, there’s a story. One that’s messy, complicated, and often far from perfect. Social media doesn’t always capture the sleepless nights, the quiet tears, or the heavy battles I’ve fought and continue to fight.

So, if you’ve ever wondered why I post the way I do, here’s your answer: it’s not about creating a perfect image or making you believe I’m always winning. It’s about expressing myself in the way I know how. It’s about sharing pieces of me, hoping that somewhere, someone out there feels a little less alone when they see those posts.

We all have battles. This is just my way of letting you see the surface of mine. And while it may not be the whole truth, it’s a part of it—a part I’m learning to embrace, share, and grow through.

Stay real, stay kind, and always remember: there’s more to a person than what you see online. šŸ’›

House of Brokovich

Thursday, November 07, 2024


 Just when I was on the edge of stirring up some Facebook drama, I held back. šŸ›‘ I've realized that I can’t change how people look at me, but I can change myself. People will talk, no matter what. But that’s on them, not me.

I’ve learned something priceless: the HOUSE OF BROKOVICH is my rock. They’re my real ones—the ones who truly know me, who understand I don’t waste my time talking bad about people I barely know. Sure, I know some folks throw shade and use my name for attention, but hey, if you’re offended by my posts, hit that block button. I won’t mind. 🤷‍♂️

On the flip side, I’m grateful for those who are still here, those who’ve seen the real me and stayed. The loud, the crazy, the perfectly imperfect me. I may be hated by a million and loved by only one, but as long as that love is for the real me, that’s more than enough. I don’t open my mouth to make others comfortable—I speak my mind, and that’s how the hate came along. But I’ll take it.

And to those who said they'd be by my side “forever,” only to vanish at the first sign of attitude—remember, you gave up on me. I kept my promise, and you didn’t.

My mom once said, “Love a person by embracing their flaws and treasuring their strengths.” šŸ’– It’s in the tough times that we see who’s real and who’s just there for the ride. #RideOrDie

Low Maintenance Friendships

Tuesday, October 22, 2024



You know those friends you don’t talk to for weeks (maybe even months), but when you finally catch up, it’s like nothing changed? 🫶 That’s the magic of low-maintenance friendships. No drama, no pressure—just pure, unconditional connection.

It’s not about texting every day or constantly being in each other’s lives. It’s about knowing that whether it’s a quick meme drop or a heart-to-heart after months, they’re there. šŸ’¬❤️

Sometimes life gets crazy, but real friends understand that. Low-maintenance doesn’t mean low effort; it means mutual trust and respect. Whether it’s a 3-minute call or a 3-hour convo, these are the friendships that stand the test of time.

Let’s hear it for the low-maintenance besties! šŸ„‚ Tag them and show some love. šŸ’›

TOTGA

Monday, October 14, 2024


 I’ve always believed that we all have that one person, the one we’ll love for the rest of our lives. For me, that person showed up on December 10, 2011. What started out as a lighthearted joke between us quickly became something bigger, something I never expected… and ultimately, the biggest farce of my life. But in the middle of all that, he made me laugh, made me feel seen, and—more than anything—made me feel alive. There was something about him that drew me in, something I couldn’t resist no matter how hard I tried.

Looking back now, I know his role in my life is over. We’ve lived separate lives for over a decade now. No texts. No calls. It was like we vanished from each other’s worlds. I moved on—dated new people, tried new things, and even thought I was happier than ever. And I was, at least I thought so.

Then last weekend happened. I saw him for the first time in forever. And just like that, every wall I had built around my heart came crashing down. One smile. One look. That’s all it took. There’s something about him that no one else has. Something only he can spark in me. It’s insane how after all this time, with just a glance, he can still leave me feeling weak.

It made me realize something: He is my one true love. That one I’ve always dreamed of, the one I thought I’d left behind. But life has a funny way of reminding you that some things never change. One day, I’ll fully move on. I know that. I’ve been through enough to know I’ll get there… just not today.

But hey, have you ever had that one person who never really leaves your heart? I’d love to hear your story if you’re up for sharing.

Face with Subtitles

Wednesday, October 09, 2024


 I seriously admire those people who can sit through all the nonsense and still keep their cool. Me, though? The moment I hear any kind of BS, it's like my mouth is itching to call it out. And if I somehow manage to keep quiet, my face will be doing all the talking—with subtitles bold enough for everyone to read.