[it’s where you could find me when you couldn’t find me anywhere else]

sa bahay.

nasa bahay na ako. dito sa bulacan. i don’t feel at home, really.

the whole week, i was just full of resentment towards my family. especially my dad. i tried hard to avoid conversations about him. pero kung hindi talaga maiwasan, ramdam na ramdam ko yung hatred inside me habang pinag-uusapan s’ya.

worse, nobody seemed to understand me. lagi nilang sinasabi na ako naman yung may kasalanan. as if alam nila yung buong storya. kailangan ba ako nalang lagi yung nagpaparaya at umiintindi?

worst, dad has his special way of making me feel like crap.

at ngayon, nasa bahay nga ako. pero hindi ito ang tahanan ko.

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