wearing tube top worn as skirt, random mustard tank, Monki bra, Billabong sweater, vintage boots, Headware headband, Forever 21 bag
Where does one begin to tell their story when they are in the middle of the ultimate curves on the rollercoaster ride of life? I can sit through my day thinking, what a bore, here I go again, same thing every day.. but it really isn't. Every day seems to be changing something significant in everyone who means something to me. Maybe it is the age I am at. We are all hustling, learning, loving, fighting for something.. People are struggling, trying, crying.. dying..
Yesterday I found out that a girl I had met last year at the Sinulog festival in my home town Cebu, was found in her apartment, three days after she hung herself from her door frame. She was in her twenties, and scrolling through her Facebook profile yesterday, I remembered that she was such a pleasure to be around. She was light-hearted, bubbly, funny and incredibly warm. She seemed to have it all.. money, the looks, was well travelled.. And yet. She was apparently so lonely, she chose to take her own life, causing a wave of guilt and confusion around her. The news caused a discussion amongst girls. It seems, we have all been there, we have all wanted to give up at some point in our lives.. My point arrived when I was 16, had just broken up with who I thought was someone I "loved" and was suspended from school for fighting back when 3 girls decided to jump me during P.E. - for dating one of their ex boyfriends. But now, 10 years later, remembering the consequences.. none of it was worth it. So we had to ask ourselves.. what Is it that ultimately pushes people over the edge like that, and how do we avoid ourselves and others from reaching that boiling point?
Everything has become so serious these days, and at this point, I don't know if I would still possess my sanity if it wasn't for my girl friends. No matter how heavy life becomes, I always know there is that, and if for nothing else, I have the unconditional love only true friends can provide you. One of my bestest, Paula, was leaving to attack a new strategy to life, and live out her new adventure on the other side of the world, and we finally caught up, spent time together and goofed around with a bunch of cameras all over the mall, drank wine in the afternoons and infiltrated the local salon for mini-makeovers. She is a trooper, and I will miss her massively.. and she is an admirable pillar of strength. This one's to us, babe!