Nothing else. No harm longed for. Just these to suffice.
Let these words be carried into the wind, and whichever deity hears the sobs and tears falling onto the grass, may they grant as what is deserved.
And in each yearn you exert, in every man you find, in every touch that caresses your skin where I once was, that you are always reminded of my love, with the way I made sacrifices to cross the never-ending ocean for you, and how you still took me for granted.
That you find someone perfect enough for you that you don't feel the need to use their insecurities against them and ridicule their flaws. In this, I hope you never make a man feel insignificant once more, despite doing all his goddamn best to provide what you want, supplicate what you need.
From the Discord archives: “the jokulhlaup”
Two wishes I silently besought to the invisible dandelions of these glades.
Of course, I'd still remember the details, your number, your birthday. But you're not worthy anymore of knowing what else is to await my future. Not after you turned against me when I needed you the most.
The same way you're the first person I came and talked to about my diagnosis. It was difficult, but I thought you would understand, out of all these people.
It took me a lot of courage and in-betweening debates to myself, but I finally removed your name from my contacts today.
From the Discord archives: “the jokulhlaup”
I used to have you as my emergency contact.
It's absurd, I know. And trust me, you're the last person I wanted to burden. But I had my greatest trust on you that if an emergency were to happen, I wanted you there.
You already seem to be doing just fine without me. I heard you made out with quite a lot of people on a random weekend night.
And yet I'm still here grieving from doing the right decision, mourning what we never were.
Happy for you though.
Haha ease your worries sa umpisa, cause and worsen your worries din sa huli.
Update: he laughed at my insecurities and struggles. So, there's that. Nice.
The blade REALLY loves my skin. FML.
It's insane how one event could make you relate to Conan Gray.
The nerve. The gall. The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.
I don't know, bruh. There's a certain audacity in your behavior. I wonder where you store that. 🫠
Isn't life more fun when there are surprises?
Eight friends know. Hmm. I'll keep it that way muna. ^^
All in the right time. :)
Kaya mo naman pala sa iba. I hope it's worth it.
Ang bilis itapon.
Heavens, befall. Raze and scorch the earth.
Tides, ascend. Lets your waves fray the shores.
Kapag demand nang demand, make sure munang tama na 'yung documents n'yo para immediate processing. Sobrang hassle kayo, an absolute waste of fucking time. Paulit-ulit nang issue 'yan, 'di na kayo natuto.
Those crumbs of me I chipped and have run out to share. I wasted away, you have gone, and the messages of what once we aspired to be remain unread.
And now, as I have sent them from months ago, and all the reels, posts, images, memories I left for you months ago still lay unread. Because you never bothered to see. When you have time for everything else in this world, but not for the pieces of love I left on your doorstep.
I accidentally clicked our conversation. It was desolate. Screaming in silence. Abandoned messages remained.
Those that I sent because for every moment—the funny, the saccharine, the troubled—reminded me of you. Those are the bits of this world that I wanted to share with you.
A samsara of trying to sacrifice pieces of my soul for the wrong people, ingraining resentment that I will never be enough for this world.
Maybe better circumstances await in my afterlife, away from every hellspawn walking this very ground.
Why does making the right decision hurt so bad?
Relapsing and I wanna stop taking my meds for you.
Stuck in the Nightingale Lane. Dim lights overhead.
I shouldn't have gone home. I needed to preoccupy my head with things.
I don't want someone better; I want you to be better. 🥺😢
The first two months of this year have been incredibly shitty. Lord, you better make the rest of 2026 relatively better or else I'm climbing up the stairway to heaven prematurely and banging on your pearly gates.
