Angelica's Kaleidoscope: SLC

08/06/2025

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; Choose to keep going.

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02/06/2025

Just because I said it's okay doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

02/06/2025

Grabe ka na, June! 😠

01/06/2025

Hi, June.
Please be kind.

I’m not asking for anything grand — just peace, clarity, and a little more strength to keep going.
This year’s been… a lot. But I’m still here. Still trying.
And that counts for something, right?

So yeah. Here's to healing quietly, growing slowly, and loving myself through it all.

Midyear na. Let's breathe and begin again. 🌾

01/06/2025

Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

01/06/2025

Hello, June!

23/05/2025

Sometimes I wonder what happened to the version of me who used to be full of energy, attention to detail, and direction. I used to feel so sure of myself—so precise with everything I did. Now, it feels like I’m just trying to survive each day, dragging myself forward with a heart that feels heavier than it should.

But I’m still here. I’m still fighting—for my cats, for my family, and for some kind of peace I haven’t felt in a long time. Still, I won’t pretend it’s easy. It feels like I’m going through a quiet war inside. Like I’m stuck between who I used to be, who I’m expected to be, and who I actually want to become.

I love what I’m studying. Accountancy pushes me in ways that make me feel alive and capable. It gives me a sense of structure, a goal, something to be proud of. But even with that love, there’s a part of me that feels unsure. What if I’m not really happy doing this for the rest of my life? What if I work so hard for something, only to find out later that it’s not what my heart truly wanted?

Every day feels like a balancing act between meeting expectations and listening to that small voice inside that keeps asking, “Is this really it?” I carry that question with me through every study session, every deadline, every quiet breakdown I hide from everyone else.

And it’s not just school. There are parts of me that still hurt—grief I haven’t fully processed, and emotions I’ve pushed down so much that I don’t even know how to explain them anymore. Some days, I just want connection, but I’m scared of it too. Scared that people might see through the smile I wear and realize I’m struggling more than I let on.

I used to be focused, organized, dependable. Now, I feel scattered. Like my mind is always in a hundred places but never really present in one. I’m doing my best to hold everything together, but most of the time, it feels like I’m one step away from falling apart.

But still—I show up. I try. Not because I’ve figured it all out, but because I have no other choice. Because deep down, I still believe that maybe this pain has a purpose. That being lost right now doesn’t mean I’ll stay lost forever.

I’m overwhelmed. I’m confused. I’m exhausted. But I’m still here. And maybe, just maybe, that still means something.

23/05/2025

So close, yet so far.

13/05/2025

An Open Letter

I could never love someone who’s cruel to animals—especially cats.
And by animals, I mean the kind who can be pets, companions, or are simply harmless unless provoked.
They don’t deserve to be hurt just because they’re small or can’t speak for themselves.

You might see them as “just a cat,” but to me, they’re a life. A soul. A reason to keep going.
I’ve always felt a deep purpose: to care for the voiceless and love the ones the world often forgets.

If you can’t feed them, then at least—don’t hurt them.
Kindness doesn’t cost a thing.

I know not everyone understands this kind of love, and that’s okay.
But if you don’t have even a little compassion for animals, then you’ll never really understand the kind of heart I have.

One of the biggest reasons I dream of financial stability
is so I can help them.
To build a safe space for strays—give them food, warmth, love, and a home
where they’re no longer seen as a burden or treated like they don’t matter.

To anyone who isn’t living independently yet,
especially if your current home isn’t welcoming to animals—
please, think twice before taking one in.
Sometimes, love isn’t enough in a place where hearts are too closed to understand.
You’ll try to protect them—but your voice won’t always be heard.
And it hurts. Deeply.

And to the person who’s cruel to animals:
I hope you know it shows.
Hurting a creature that can’t even fight back doesn’t make you strong—
it exposes what’s missing in you.
They just want to live quietly and feel safe.
I hope one day, you learn that real strength is being gentle.
And when that day comes, I hope it’s not too late to change.