Oh nooo!

I'm suffering from that monthly woman annoying kind of pain as I am typing this. Two things could happen; First, I could be telling blah blahs in here because for all I know, I am in pain and this is just my uterus talking. Second, however, is I could be saying the things that I really mean. Like the things I really want to say. Let's see tomorrow how It'll turn out as I finish writing this tonight, and the pain all gone by dawn. Dysmenorrhea, like being drunk, could affect your judgement altogether.

I am not good at giving advices. I run away from them. I am not comfortable giving it's-going-to-fine-back-rubs either. Hence, I am just at bad at consoling people. 

But I feel okay writing them down. Whatever things I needed to say. It's all I ever do.

Dear Sir,

It is going to be fine. Believe me, it will be.

 It's just of those bad days you're gonna have to deal with. As years will pass, you're going to have so much more. It just pains me to know that you were so carefree and a happy a week ago. And how everything can change in a snap, how life can slap you so hard you can't even begin to imagine where did it all go wrong. It'll hurt, because it mattered. But one day, it will make sense.

We've all been there. Damu pa na sir. Prove 'em wrong. Keep your heads up and do not forget to laugh. No not smile, laugh!

We'll miss you sir. 👌😶 Let's keep this. 

-E xoxo