I know the past made everything as they are today, and that I should be thankful for it.
But I hate it.
Bringing up the past always make me feel all the hurt that has happened to me. All the heartache, all the time wasted. I just hate it.
What more if the topic f your significant other’s past comes up? That makes it a million times worse.
As much as possible, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s an area that I really don’t want to deal with. I have so much hate in this topic.
It makes me think about how things came to be. All the whats, the whens, the whos comes into mind. Then it makes you connect the whys, and the hows. IT’S A NEVER ENDING ROLLER COASTER RIDE OF TORTURE. See why I don’t want to deal with it?
It makes me MISERABLE.
P.S. And maybe I hate the past more because it reminds me that not everyone can’t be trusted. That I’ll always end up being hurt. That whatever people say, there is always a possibility that they’ll do otherwise.
And I don’t like being miserable.
P.P.S. Please, I don’t want to go through that, again. I don’t want to be a wreck.
My Instagram account keeps linking my posts to this other tumblr blog of mine. Visit it because I post on Instagram regularly. I miss Tumblr :p
On the ferry from Cebu to Bohol.
(Huhu I haven’t been updating because of work… But a lot has happened! I now have an iPhone 5! Turned 22! Got employed! Traveled! I hope I update my tumblr soon…)
With the line producer I met last summer, and our producer, actor Mon Confiado. We had our second meeting, and they treated us dinner. Love it!
The things I do for this film I am magically assistant directing in. :|
Heh! Hospital associates can’t use the elevator. Kidding :P