Hello!

First of all, happy new year blog!

I have been trying to address certain issues or baggage from 2020 since the beginning of the year. I was like, new year, new me. Haha But I guess there are just days that nakakapagod to pretend. So, kaninang madaling araw, around 2am, I found myself crying and making hagulgol. I can't sleep and inside my mind were things that I was trying to forget. But nak ng, ang kulit. Hayyy.

I'll be turning 30 this year. So surreal. After my failed relationship, surprisingly, I still do believe in love. I want to love again but most importantly, I want to be loved. I want to be treasured. I want that love na wouldn't throw me just because things are rough. I want that security na no matter what, it will still be me. 

I still believe in love but am I too late for that now?

I still want my own family but how?

I am scared tbh. At this time, I guess love is one of the rarest things a person could have and I am.....