Rebound

Ano nga ba yang rebound? “Rebound ka lang.” Well, ibig sabihin nun ginawa ka lang niyang panakip butas. Kakabreak lang niya sa girlfriend niya tapos mahal ka na niya agad? Ano yun? MAGIC?  Takte! I just hate when people do that. Yung nag da drama sila for one week tapos pagkatapos ng ilang araw, may bago na. Biglang in a relationship na. Tapos mag po post pa ng picture sa fb at instagram. #MyBaby #iloveyou #forever #destiny #instalike #instagirlfriend #instagood #nofilter SERYOSO DRE?

Oo, brokenhearted ka kasi kakabreak niyo lang ng syota mo. Pero di naman yun sapat na rason para lokohin at gamitin ang iba diba? Para sayo, pwedeng just for fun lang. Pero dun sa taong ginawa mong rebound? Masakit yun. MASAKIT PO YUN. Wag manggamit ng ibang tao para pagselosin ex mo. Hindi naman umiikot mundo sa lovelife eh. Di ka naman mamamatay kung wala kang lovelife so please.

At kung gusto mo talagang inisin ex mo, you can show her or him how happy you are being single naman. Prove to him or her na kaya mong mabuhay na wala siya. And that you’re life’s way better without him or her. You lived a happy life bago siya dumating sa buhay mo, syempre kaya mong mabuhay kahit wala siya.  There are many ways. Wag manggamit ng iba. 

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Now I understand why peterpan never wanted to grow up. Growing up is hard. It’s when things starts becoming complicated. When you can’t just ask your mommy for solutions. Your problems become bigger and finding the answers to these just won’t be easy. 

Teachers transform into monsters. Monsters with alien languages because you can’t understand a single word of what they’re saying. 2+2 becomes f(x)=5x⁵+10x²⁺⁵⁽⁷⁾-8x+2. Yes, math becomes sht. Sleepovers become parties. Milk becomes alcohol. Stick-o’s become real cigarettes. What used to be a game of cooking random stuff into fake food, becomes a session of smoking weed. Long dresses become mini skirts. Training bras become push up bras. Bikes become cars. Money becomes a need. Love becomes real. Tripping over becomes broken hearts. Nice girls become whores. Nice boys become jerks. Trust, hope and faith disappears. Society becomes judgemental. People come and go. We make decisions we regret. We feel a rollercoaster of random emotions. And we become the person we said we won’t be.

I wonder why we were all excited to grow up. Why we were rushing things. And why we wanted so badly to grow up fast.