“Kala ko the end na, to be continued lang pala.” Almost 8 years have passed, since the day that I thought this game, which we called life was over for me. I was 12 years old when Ive decided to end my life. But before that I was just a plain introverted kid with a flawless, comfortable life. I studied in a private school then transferred to a public school when I graduated from elementary. My problems arent as big as it seems back then, I just had a real hard time coping and adjusting with my new environment, it was also my first time to get a failing grade in one of my subjects, I was just so frustrated and depressed, and I couldnt tell it to anyone. I suck at handling situations like people getting angry at me, people judging me, and everything about people. I love watching and observing people, it’s just that I’m not so good at dealing with them. The day came when my Mom found out about my school performance, she never asked me about how I feel, and she just got so angry and told me to go to one of my childhood friend’s house to help me with my paper works, but I didnt went there. With a cutter knife in my pocket and a text book in my hand, I walked aimlessly outside. I couldnt remember all the details, all I know was I ended up at the house of the person who saved me from misery. She was this short girl with a very bright personality; we’re so different from each other so I didnt expect to be friends with her. She talks a lot, laugh so loud, smiles every minute, she’s like a candidate for an upcoming presidential election, and even though I don’t want a chaotic kind of environment, her presence never annoyed me, and the noise she makes was like music to my ears. She saved me by forcing me to be her friend, when I had nothing to offer but my own awkwardness and confusions in life. She wasnt aware that she saved me from drowning in my own thoughts, and years passed by so fast, we grew apart, she had her new set of friends and I had mine. I never get to thank her for being my friend; I wasnt able to show her how much I appreciated her efforts, whenever she comes to my house just to hang out with me, whenever she waits for me to get out of the class when it’s already recess or time to go home. Lately Ive been planning to give her a letter telling this story about me being a suicidal kid and her being my heroine, but it’ll be too dramatic for her, so maybe I’ll just find her and hug her(I never hugged her since the day we became friends) and thank her for everything. Lets celebrate life, for every time we fall, we always have the chance to rise and dance to the rhythm created by the people we love that only our hearts can hear. Idiotic Idiot, CEIT
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 08:31:41 +0000
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