It’s high time we stop trying to fit in, especially in places where we are not wanted for who we exactly are.

Recite. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Today is a good day. I will not let anyone ruin it. In case someone or something happens, I will see the goodness in it so I could treat it properly. Repeat. Recite again tomorrow.

No forcing for creative juice, Cheeno. 

Don’t run
from all the worries
from all the pain
from her
because
for all you know
you don’t need to run.
Just  stop running
because
for all you know
no one’s catching up
no one cares. 

No, Cheeno. Don’t go breaking your own heart. Stand in your conviction.

No, Cheeno. Stop doing that. Stop doing it again. Stop relying onto someone’s promises. They are meant to be broken. People are meant to break them. Stop making yourself believe that certain people will notice and will care for you. They never did, and they never will. Stop acting like everything is still gonna work out, especially when you’re the only one wanting it.

I’m using too much of my stupidity. Last mo na iyon, Cheeno.

The world cannot afford your running away for every stupid thing that you do.

Run, Cheeno. Run away. You have to do it now. Your vision is getting blurry now. You’re having goosebumps that you should never have. You are feeling the rage that you should never feel. You are feeling the pain. Run away. Run away from all of these. Run and escape. There’s a passage under the tunnel to the left of this hallway. Go there, leave some explosions, and quickly go for the shortcut. Leave the whole place in misery. Leave the whole place on fire. Take with you your last remaining pieces. Leave all the fury. Leave all the hate. Let them all burn into the ashes of the forgotten. Run now, Cheeno. Run as fast as you can. Don’t ever look back.