Wednesday. 4:18 AM. I'm up and have been doing some work stuff since 1:00 AM.

While things are far from being okay, I‘ve come to appreciate my solitude more every day and the calm that goes with it.

Almost two weeks back home and things between my parents are still very strained and hopeless.

It’s already Friday and almost a week since Rosh’s brother, Atty. Ryan Oliva, has gone missing.

Right now, forgetting you is a painful process and moving on is a struggle, but I can’t wait until I’ve put all of these behind me.

The thing with seeing the people I love in pain is that it hurts twice as much as when I’m the one suffering.

We broke up. Again.

This time, it's different. Going back home is indefinite and getting out, or even having a reason to leave, is uncertain. That scares me.

I am going back home to Cebu and I don't know yet when I'll be back.

As a chapter of my life closed, I need to sort out a lot of other aspects in it that I have not really given much thought before.

The thing with relationships is that sometimes, it's hard to figure out when it starts to go wrong.

Discovering the good, the bad, and the ugly of cooking by and for myself.