Rona|Canadian Filipina|F|18 years of existence
A woman who loves drowning herself in her own thoughts and reading is her paradise. Click the blogger.
Languages: English, Filipino/Tagalog, and French
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"I hate you for giving up on me. I hate you for giving up on us. I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for making me cry. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for not being there when I needed you the most. I hate you for what you’ve done. I hate you for ruining everything we had. I hate you for making me trust you when you were just gonna break that trust. I hate you for making me love you so much. Mostly, I hate you for making me a fool because I still love you despite everything you put me through."
"I don’t understand why some people think that since someone hurt you, you need to hurt them back to show them how it feels. That just makes you exactly like them, you should never want to hurt someone, even if they hurt you. Be the better person."
"Wake up early. Do not check your phone. Have a shower, wash your hair and use your favorite perfume. Only apply minimal makeup, look at yourself in the mirror, and remember - you are beautiful. Do not think of him. Put on something pretty and comfortable, have a healthy breakfast, walk outside barefoot. Do not wonder what he is doing. Go for a run and love how strong you feel. Dance. Do not check your phone. Go shopping, buy that deep red lipstick you love but were too scared to buy. Pick yourself flowers. You don’t need him. Be reminded of how happy you can be by yourself. Do not think of him. If you are lonely, call an old friend. Light some candles. Love yourself. You are okay, you are beautiful, you do not need him. Life is good."
"And while you’re off fucking your new girlfriend, the ditzy stoner with a bad dye job. I hope memories of me hit you like a train. I hope you remember that I was the one that talked to you all night when your grandma died and it was me that held you in my arms on the days where all you wanted was to be dead to the world. I hope you remember when we made KD in our underwear and that you kissed me while I was sitting on the kitchen counter. I hope you remember that I was the one who sat through those horribly made horror movies with you just to make you smile and that I was the one who listened to you rant on and on about how much of an asshole your dad was. I hope you remember that I was the one that convinced you to quit smoking cigarettes and that I was the one that always accepted your dumb apologies. I hope you remember that it was always me. You know it was. I hope you know that it was always you too. I hope you remember that I loved all of you. I hope you know it was exhausting. But above all, I hope you’re happy."