A guest post by Lish Palacios In my first few days as a freshman at Ateneo de Manila University, I didn’t focus on much else besides simply trying to survive. Survive the crowded hallways, survive the sweltering heat and humid air, survive the “terror professors”, and the ungodly amount of required essays. I pulled more
Don’t tell Doc, but I wasn’t on my augmenter meds for a couple of weeks. I misplaced my set and didn’t have the money to replace it, so. Cue withdrawal and episodes. Being unhealthy feels like being stuck in a trap. You know you gotta get outta there, but you have to get out to
October 3, 2013 This is dedicated to past loves, especially that one that keeps coming back.
This just in: I am graceless. It’s funny, actually. I was thinking about this while fumbling with loose change and falling receipts in a taxi. I was also shaking for no reason, conscious of every inch of my skin while sitting there. I am not a together person. I wish I were but I fumble with everything,