i remember days when he'd want to remove my ring from my finger.
nica: ano ba! magaaway tayo.
(sige parin sya sa pagtanggal)
nica: ang kulit mo! magaaway nga tayo eh.
he wasn't successful really. he never got the chance to take it from my finger. i didn't want to risk it eventhough it's only a superstition or whatever you want to call it. i dont want us fighting again. not in my plans anymore, not ever.
during the mass, as i was playing with my ring, i felt as if it was cracked. my ring was and is broken. for real. i could break it into two if i wanted to. if i could just see my heart right now, it must've looked the same. it was red, with little white spirals. and just recently, it got semi-burned because of the lacquer thinner incident that almost burned my finger. so the inside is now color black. and today, it had a crack. quite similar to this heart in me. red, anemic, burned and broken.hahaha! this is funny. this is like my 4th blog entry today. jeesh! emo shit.
last night, i felt literally heart burned. it felt like hell. wow! a glimpse of hell for me there.
and this all happened in may. and it must end in may.
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
