The Day I Left our Home After 3 months — Wrote this 5 years ago
Exactly at 12PM, I left our house in Cavite via Grab to go to my place in Guadalupe. The original plan is to get my things there so that I can finally let go of it. I hate the fact that I’m paying for that place but I’m not actually staying there. I feel like I’m wasting money.
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Since I’m going to the Metro naman, I thought of inviting my previous bandmates over for a quick chillnuman. It’s funny how I thought of seeing them first versus Pat. Honestly, I badly want to see Pat. I almost cancelled this get-together so that I can go to Pat’s place and see him. Oh, God. I miss him so much. But then I thought, it would be better for me to just let him be. These past few months it had become so evident that I’ve been so dependent on him. My worth. My needs—everything depends on how he treats me. I hated that feeling. I wanted to be in control. That’s the reason why I rented this place in the first place.
Anyway, when I opened the door of my room, I instantly fell in love with it again. Hehehe. Funny how I wanted to let go of this place but here I am falling in love with the peacefulness, the quietness, and the stillness of this place. I feel like I can be whoever I want to be here. No pretensions. No holding back. This is just me. Typing this journal on my laptop while listening to Armi’s Kapit. I feel happy. I feel at peace. I feel me.
