Unfiltered Vibe

25/09/2025

me kapag hindi nasunod yung gusto

04/09/2025

Emptiness is heavier than stones,
because it fills every space it is not.

I carry what is absent
as though it were iron on my back.

People think void means nothing.
They have never felt it breathe.

> “Nothing is never nothing when you hold it too long.”

04/09/2025

I am tired of wearing strength like a mask they forced on me. My grief is mine, yet they demand it stay hidden so they can stay comfortable. I succeed not because I want to, but because they built a cage out of expectations and called it “love.”

04/09/2025

I often find myself putting on a brave face, trying to meet the expectations of those around me. It's as if I'm expected to carry on as usual, even when my heart feels heavy. I wish there was more space for vulnerability, for expressing emotions without judgment. It's challenging to navigate these feelings alone, and sometimes I long for a deeper connection or understanding from others. But in the meantime, I strive to find strength within myself, hoping that someday, the burden will lighten and I'll feel more at ease sharing my true self.

02/09/2025

Destruction was supposed to hurt,
yet when everything crumbled, I felt lighter.

I miss the weight of my dreams,
but I do not miss their chains.

The paradox of ruin:
It kills you to free you,
and frees you to kill you again.

02/09/2025

Life is a labyrinth, not a straight road. Its walls rise high, blocking the view of what lies ahead, forcing us to choose paths without knowing where they lead. Some turns bring joy, others lead to dead ends of disappointment and loss. At times, we circle back to where we began, thinking we are lost, when in truth, we are only being led to learn patience, courage, and resilience. The labyrinth does not aim to trap us—it teaches us that every misstep is a step toward understanding, and every twist hides a chance to grow. The center is never about escape; it is where we meet ourselves.

20/08/2025

I am not the story they think I am. They read me like a book, but skip chapters, misquote passages, and invent endings that were never mine. And yet, I am here — waiting for someone patient enough to turn the pages slowly, to see the margins, the footnotes, the unfinished sentences. To know me not as they imagine, but as I am.

19/08/2025

19/08/2025

When you are misunderstood, people hand you masks you never asked for. They tell you who you are, what you mean, how you feel — as if they have lived inside your skin. You want to shout, “That is not me!” but the world grows comfortable with its illusions, and you grow weary of correcting it. So you carry the weight of false identities, and in the quiet of your heart, you grieve for the self they refuse to see.

18/08/2025

You speak your truth, but the words fall wrong, landing in the ears of others like broken fragments of what you meant. You wonder if maybe your heart speaks a language too rare for the world to hear, or if the world simply doesn’t care to listen. And in that space between intention and perception, loneliness grows — not because you are unseen, but because you are seen in ways that are not your own.

~ They misread me, and maybe that’s the closest they’ll ever get to knowing me

17/08/2025

‎"We cannot change what we are not aware of, and once we are aware, we cannot help but change." - Sheryl Sanberg