Mommy, ok lng po kayo jan? 11:15 PM

May explosions daw po jan? 11:15 PM

Ayos lng po kau? D kayo nasaktan? 11:16 PM

Mommy 11:17 PM

Mommy 11:17 PM

May missiles daw na nagbomb jan 11:20 PM

Musta po kau jan?? 11:22 PM

D kopo alam if tamang time ito para magchat nang ganto 11:25 PM

Pero sometimes I wonder if I’m really your son. Sure, there’s the birth certificate, those old photo albums, their edges yellow—you told me na palagi niyong tinitignan mga baby pics ko jan sa abroad—but I don’t think I have what it takes to actually be your son 11:37 PM

You deleted this message. 11:42 PM

Sa halos dalawang dekada niyong anjan sa abroad, palaging bukambibig mo sakin na napakabait kong bata. Na masunurin ako. That I was smart, can do things on my own, that I was brave, generous. But I don’t think you’ve seen the entirety of me. Mostly because I always try to hide it from you 11:58 PM

You always tell me that even if you and dad are separated, that I should still be kind and respectful to him. Nung magkasama kami, d kami masyado nagpapansinan. I mean naguusap kami, but I can’t say that I’ve penetrated his armor. It feels like we both have our shields up as if we will swing our swords at each other. To which we did, sometimes: d ako masunurin, tamad ako, nung elementary ako nasabat ako patago sa kanya, pinuna niya dati grades ko kasi hindi tumaas (nag-maintain lng), sinabi niya hindi ko pinapahalagahan mga importanteng bagay na meron ako 12:09 AM

Totoo naman. Ang high maintenance kong tao, I think. It's so infuriating because I wish to be better, but I don’t know how. I cannot keep using metaphors to hide my feelings. I keep transmuting my anger and sadness into poems, but what purpose and weight do they have if I will just keep them locked in my laptop? 12:15 AM

I know you’re always trying to make me put down my shield, but I’ve learned from my father not to. Will I still be yours if the pain in my arms from holding it for far too long fades? 12:23 AM

I want to tell you how I burn myself every night and come back fully healed, but my flames will singe your hair and skin 12:26 AM

You deleted this message. 12:33 AM

Mommy, san po kau? 12:34 AM

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