Been a while since I posted here. It would seem like yesterday when I was frantically posting my feelings here. Yung akala ko tapos na lahat dahil sa sobrang sakit. Looking back, I found it funny and pathetic kasi I realized na I was inadequate all along. Na the reason why I got left behind is because na pabigat ako sa kanya. To be fair, she was right. I really was just a burden and a hindrance.

Looking back, it was one of the most crushing times of my life. I went into isolation, gained weight, and my life was pretty much stagnant. I lost all my motivation for anything. But then, I realized na this is getting nowhere. My life is getting nowhere. And no matter what, kung wala akong gawin, I would really be left behind by everyone. So I resolved to do something. I fought. I struggled. I picked myself up so I can be anything besides a lump of flesh and a sack of potatoes.

Here I am now, approaching the end of the year which started in the shittiest way possible. Scarred, broken, limping, but still standing, still moving, still dragging myself to whatever end.

Am I still hurt? Yeah. Am I still struggling? Yeah. Am I still a piece of shit? Yeah. But moving forward. Living life by the day. Making the most of what's been dealt to him by fate.

I still long for that light at the end of the tunnel. I still yearn for at least a decent end. Somehow, I feel it coming. Somehow, I feel it's in sight.