Letter From Mother Nature


Why are you doing this again? This is our home. This is our planet. You should be kind. Be kinder next time because I’m tired of seeing litter from beaches to parks to oceans. It’s not nice. Be kinder next time. I’m not happy of seeing these especially from you. You are suppose to be better but your greed is stronger than everything else. I’m highly disappointed at many of you. The chaos will continue until someone gets the message and change your ways before everything is gone. Do you understand?! Change!! Please! This is our home. You live where I give all fruits and labor but you treat it like trash. For goodness sake, this is our world. Remember that …

Thanks for listening,

Mother Nature

Who Am I?

Have you ever look at yourself in the mirror and start questioning yourself? These days I don’t know who I am on the inside. I feel like I lost so many pieces of me. What am I? Who will I be? Is this the real me? I don’t know anymore.

Confession #07

Hello everyone,

I’m lucky to have a 5 months old baby boy whom I absolutely adore. Part of me thinks he is my soulmate but terrified if he will hate me. Maybe it’s my PPD talking but I can’t help to have doubts of my abilities. Yet I want to show him that nothing can stop his mommy to inspire him to reach for the stars. That determination and grit will always pays off. For some random reason, I keep having horrible thoughts of scenarios that can happen. I’m not sure if this is part of PPD or just me. I don’t know how to feel about this at all. I want to make sure I’ll be the best mom for him but am I good enough for him?

Thanks for reading,


Why Bother Talking

I have no voice. There’s no one who is willing to listen to me. So why bother talk when people will hurt you in the end. My heart is so broken. I don’t know how to love myself so I like the pain. It’s a addiction. So give me no mercy and put me out to oblivion.

What A Bully

I’m not kind to myself. I enjoy being a bully to myself because I think I deserve it. Pain is all I know. Pain is comfort for me. I would rather be with someone who enjoys hurting me than being with someone who has good intentions. My belief is that I deserve nothing but pain and misery.

When I was junior high, I remember that I will torture myself for the rest of my life. I told myself that I deserve it. So I thought why not. Pain is all I know so why not. Fine. I must admit that I have a problem. My addiction with pain can get bad. My mind likes to torture itself no matter how hard I resist. The monster in me don’t want me to be happy. The angel in me is trying to shout but it’s caged, locked up, and cornered. It’s trapped that she surrendered.