Donald Trump announces the United States carried out a “large scale strike” against Venezuela and captured Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro and his wife.
January 3, 2026 at 5:46 PM
Damn starting the year with a literal bang. Fuck this shit. Are we on the edge of WW3??
I’m not a strong person. I easily give up. I know that I will be gone sooner rather than later. It just sucks to know that I was never loved. That I never experienced true love, and be genuinely loved in return. It sucks to have experienced deceit and manipulation instead.
December 8, 2025 at 2:33 PM
I’m not a strong person. I easily give up. I know that I will be gone sooner rather than later. It just sucks to know that I was never loved. That I never experienced true love, and be genuinely loved in return. It sucks to have experienced deceit and manipulation instead.
I’m so tired, of being one memory away from breaking down. One journal entry away from spiraling into depression. One bad day away from killing myself and ending this misery. I’m so tired of having lost hope. Of being that person who was deceived, and cheated on.
December 8, 2025 at 2:31 PM
I’m so tired, of being one memory away from breaking down. One journal entry away from spiraling into depression. One bad day away from killing myself and ending this misery. I’m so tired of having lost hope. Of being that person who was deceived, and cheated on.
It feels pathetic to be in that situation where I was gaslighted. It’s painful to read Tweets, Journals, Messages. I don’t know if I will ever be okay. If I will ever survive the grief. How I wish I can say I don’t care. Or I can move forward with spite. But that’s not the type of person I am at all
December 8, 2025 at 2:30 PM
It feels pathetic to be in that situation where I was gaslighted. It’s painful to read Tweets, Journals, Messages. I don’t know if I will ever be okay. If I will ever survive the grief. How I wish I can say I don’t care. Or I can move forward with spite. But that’s not the type of person I am at all
Grief isn’t linear. This is one year ago. I’m happy that today, I didn’t miss that person. I’m happy that the trash took itself out. The wound is still bleeding, as he cut it too deep. He may be celebrating, knowing that I’m still struggling while his life is back to normal, like nothing happened.
I miss you. There is no one to talk to. No one to do things with. I miss you so much. This is what I can only do. Long for you. I don’t know for how long. It is unfortunate that this is what I can only do.
December 8, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Grief isn’t linear. This is one year ago. I’m happy that today, I didn’t miss that person. I’m happy that the trash took itself out. The wound is still bleeding, as he cut it too deep. He may be celebrating, knowing that I’m still struggling while his life is back to normal, like nothing happened.
How do I even begin to get back on track? I’m still here. I am lost and I don’t know what to do. Can’t help myself up. Sobrang hina ko ba? Why can’t I have the strength to go on? It’s so pathetic.
November 3, 2025 at 6:04 AM
How do I even begin to get back on track? I’m still here. I am lost and I don’t know what to do. Can’t help myself up. Sobrang hina ko ba? Why can’t I have the strength to go on? It’s so pathetic.