Message
Yeuno The Sleepyhead
Tues, Mar 16 | 12:34 am
Funny how you told me you're
humming me to sleep, when
you're already asleep in front
of me.
Don't worry, I'll sleep on the
other room you booked, I'll just
write all of this while looking at
you, because I'm apparently better
at writing than telling.
I'm grateful you're here with me,
I really do. But I agreed with my mom.
I heard you told her things, and
she called me a little while before
you came.
She's the one who tipped the police
about the crime, and although that
did not justify anything, I still want
to bury them all. Hindi ko rin naman
nakilala tatay ko. It hurts, but not
as much.
And it hurted me to see you hurt
because you remembered your
parents and the injustice this
world offered them.
You're brave, brave than I am.
Because people heard your story.
Your friends, your tita, and me. And
I can't.
There's a lot going on with me, my
past traumas, make-believe fantasies
of me being happy beyond regrets, and
just plain old wounds yet to close.
With writing, I felt opened, but still
closed because they're not my wounds
I was writing. I was just putting them
into characters etched from me, and
it does help.
Just not fully.
Mom founded this psychologist in
Ontario, and she also found a school
I could enroll even this time around,
and I realized I needed a new
environment too.
I could fit there, right? I'm good at
speaking in english lmao
Thank you, Yeuno. For my best days
I'll always come back too remember
when I'm alone. You made me find
a new reason to live.
So while were at it, continue to live,
and when we find ourselves capable
of our own wounds in the future...
Hmm :))
Let's talk tomorrow morning, you
sleepyhead.
I don't want to leave without a
promise to come back.
I locked the doors, I left the key
to the other room beside yours.
