From Our Readers: Goodbye to My Old Self

Tears would greet you every morning when you wake up. It seemed like you were already worrying about a bad day ahead. While you were riding the jeepney on your way to school, those tears would still fall down on your bare face. You'd cross the streets while wiping those wet eyes. You'd always visit the chapel, knelt down to the pew, closed your eyes while silently saying a prayer, and crying like you were carrying something heavy in your heart. This seemed to be your daily routine.

Everyone would ask if you were okay, but still, you'd answer them with tears—tears that were constantly falling. You tried to open up to the people you trusted the most, but even they didn't understand you. They always believed that you were the wrong one, and made wrong impressions based on your thoughts, and talked behind your back.

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