I wrote a poem. In filipino.
I hated my writing voice. I was never satisfied.
Do you know the feeling that you are not good enough? That you always feel that someone is better than you. I always feel that way.
Until my prof complimented my work. I felt shamelessly happy.
I was supposed to hate myself today. But my filipino prof made me happy.
I hate this feeling. Why am I happy?
Ameri
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Silly Me
RomanceAmeri despised her life, but she made a point of documenting everything in case she died one day. an epistolary. [Completed] *** Cover Design by: luwisa (louise_artdump)
