EVERYTHING'S CHANGED

                

                   I was currently sitting here at my desk writing this story—a story about my life, what’s on my mind every day, and the weirdest things that happen with the way I think. Why has everything changed? May depresyon ako noon since my mother passed away in June 2016, and it lasted for several months. This depression changed me a lot—the way I act and the way I think. I’ll give you two examples from my experiences.

First

I started reading books—something fantasy and odd. I liked it, and I felt comfortable whenever I read those stories. There was a time naglalakad ako noon sa isang kalye, karamihan dito ay mga damo, at may mga tao ring nakapaligid. Habang ako’y naglalakad, I met these people na nakatingin sa akin—a group of guys leering at me. I glanced at them once and suddenly laughed. I saw them just like the monsters in the book I had read.

I ran away from them, and they started yelling. I ran faster, imagining I was in an Olympic running competition. After almost an hour of running to flee from them, I finally stopped and laughed because I thought I had successfully escaped. But I was wrong. Sila ay nagtatawanan sa gilid ng tinatayuan ko, and all I could do was give them attention...

By the way, the “people” and “monsters” are not actually what they seem. What I mean is—those were my school projects! Procrastination hit me so hard! That time, I just wanted to settle my mind, chill, and relax. But I had to take responsibility and feed my “monsters” plenty of attention for me to survive the next level.

Second

After reading lots of books, I started to write short stories and poetry. I searched for many guidelines on the internet on how to start writing a story, and everything I found ay natulungan ako.

There was a time, in the middle of the night, when I was walking down the street, and I found this girl who gave me inspiration, strength, and motivation. I was walking with this girl, and there were no other people around. She sang a song, and her voice was like a lullaby. After walking, we ran to the beach and sat down in a small, old, dusty chalet. (This is so romantic.) We stargazed and had a deep talk at night while the waves crashed nearby.

That night, she looked at me and said, “Kiss me.”

...Okay, I’ll end the story there. But then I heard something moaning in my mind. You guys—if you think that was true, don’t fool yourselves. That was just a fictional story I made before.

In real life, if somebody told me “Kiss me,” of course I’d kiss her—for a reason. Pero hanggang kiss lang ‘yun... syempre, I respect women just like how I respected my mother.

And that moaning? I’ll feel that soon... if ever I get married.