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The Art of Slow Poison

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No one could ever truly tell if emotions were real—at least, that’s what she believed. Feelings were masks, just like confidence, both worn and discarded as the situation demanded. The girl came to her quietly, her voice low, her eyes uncertain. An apology. For what she had done. Mabuti na lang, she thought, or else she would have dragged her straight into the flames she reserved for the damned. Her tears slid down her cheeks in perfect rhythm, every drop an actor playing its part. The performance had gone flawlessly. It had started during the “get to know” activity—a harmless classroom game, or so they thought. She saw her opportunity when it was her turn to speak about a classmate. Her target: the girl now standing before her. She called her the kindest person in the class. The room smiled. The girl smiled. But the words were hollow, sugar-coated venom. She hadn’t meant a single syllable. Every move she made had an intention, and this one had finally paid off. The guilt i...
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Red on th 20th

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Not this coming Saturday, but the next—on the 20th—something awaited her. To others, it was just a party, a concert socialization with her PE classmates. But to her, it felt heavier, almost like a turning point. The theme was “martini outfit”—sleek, bold, daring. The kind of theme that promised a night where masks could be shed, where emotions could slip free in the dark glow of music and lights. She carried with her a love that had already died, though her heart hadn’t yet caught up. She loved him, that much was true, but they could never be. Deep down, she had always known it. He was already in love—with someone else. Someone who, by a twist of fate, had once been her enemy and was now her friend. Together, the two of them seemed perfect, almost untouchable in their harmony. And she, watching from the edges, could only wrestle with the ache of knowing she was never part of that picture. For too long, she had given herself to a dream. Too loyal. Too blind. What she once th...
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SLYTHERIN 🐍

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So eto na nga I did my HARRY POTTER TEST Sa web search and the result is Isa akong SLYTHERIN as U can see the image above . I'm a little disappointed bcz I want to be a part of the Grifindor house which where most of the characters ay naroon . Anyways no choice Kasi Isa nga akong dakilan mantas hahahaha .  So my thing is I want to romantacize my life with something kaysa namn maging boring. from now on I'll start with something slytherin would wear ,like something black and green most of the time . This picture is come from the Pinterest,my fav app ever. U see the vision ? I bet you are . Something siren office vibe. That is the characteristics of slytherin,well I'm Slytherin girl yeah?  I'm gonna be a Hermione Granger but in Slytherin version . 
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isn't that too much?

I started to feel something new in me right now . I started to think that what if I...just love myself? What if I love all of me ? Maybe I could surpass the insecurities I had ingraved into my soul. I couldn't tell why it has to be me? Other girls are so perfect In their own way and why me,so insecure about herself that she couldn't do anything right in her life . sometimes I hide it in with a tough face yet still makes me fall apart .  Why my life feels so difficult and harsh , why should I step on the grave yard of the people who knows only the worst in me. I keep recalling things that I should do in my past ,all I have now is regret ,I was being interrupted since kid for being nice but still isn't nice enough.  I just want to be free from the past that's not mine . I want to walk away and leave it behind me . Unknown to this world. I want to be remembered for the people I love ,people who are in my side ,people who still believe that I need a second chance. I want th...
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Hermione Granger

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I've decided to dress like Hermione ,a character in the movie harry Potter . She is iconic I love her a lot since childhood,I love how she thinks and her beauty?  damn ,I couldn't care less .  Hermione love studying and go to the library, her usual spot. It comes to my mind that I should probably try to start  acting like her ,I mean her whole being . To be her is such a privilege so that is why I'm using her card to romantacize my school and personal life . Well... I couldn't copy her entirely but I'm sure by just a little of her signature will do. We will start of her color , Hermione's usual color as far from I observed she always wearing something has a vintage brown ,but I want to mix it with other color which is red or something similar with the color red . For the hair , kind of curly hair and brownish so that my skin will highlight since I have a bright skin or maybe I could braid it sometimes during our physical education period...
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Today Was Not My Day

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Her alarm clock didn’t go off. She had set it for 5:30 AM, but ended up waking on her own at 5:45 AM—15 minutes late. She took a quick shower, cooked breakfast, and just like that, she was outside waiting for a ride to school. But it was Monday, and as usual, the vehicles were already full. When she finally got to school, her enrollment still wasn’t done. The area was crowded and chaotic. At the assessment office, she was ready to hand over her passbook—but then they asked her for proof that she had answered the student survey. She fumbled a bit trying to get her phone out to show the screenshot, and then boom!!!, an announcement. Anyone without a passbook inside the office had to leave and fall in line at the other building. She was already *in*—so close. But no, the moment was snatched from her. She was frustrated. In the other building, the line was long. Very long. She tried to measure her patience, but realized she couldn’t afford to waste time—she had classes to atten...
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The Alter

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On the first day of August, she cleaned her room. It was a habit of hers to clean her environment or study/learn something new on the first day of each month to ward off bad spirits or negative vibes. In their group chat, everyone was excitedly discussing the new classes, but she hadn't enrolled yet. She planned to skip classes on Monday to focus on the enrollment process. The thought of seeing her classmates again was somewhat irritating . She hoped to avoid running into anyone familiar on Monday. She disliked people, especially fake ones, and included herself in that sentiment since she felt she was being insincere. Why do people get so worked up about everything? Can't they just relax and take things easy?" But I can't blame them, really. Humans often can't be content with what they have; they'll never be satisfied. As for her, well, how could she be? She grew up with nothing.She has no parents, doesn't have a home to live in, can't feel ...
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