I am a Filipino, but I cannot speak our native language to save my life. I am also not the most caring or hospitable person on the block, so shame on me, I guess. You’re probably saying that I am a shite Filipino, but yes, I totally admit that.
However, like any classic Filipino, there is nothing I love more than loud music, and singing off-key, on the top of my lungs on an old, beat-up, karaoke machine.
The name is Reese. I’m 14; I was born on January 18th, and I’m a High School Junior at the Abba’s Orchard School. I live in the Philippines. Once I get out of the hellhole that is high school, I will take up Journalism, hopefully in this school called Ateneo De Manila University, or De La Salle University. If all else fails, I could just commit suppoku, but then I’m too much of a narcissistic fag to do so. I will become the most badass rockstar/lawyer one day. Just you wait and see.
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I’ll get this out of my chest, shall I?
If we’re being really honest, I act like a narcissist, and God, that’s practically my identity and taking that away from me will lead to an identity crisis, but today, I found out that I might not be so narcissistic at all. I tried doing the seven deadly sins challenge. The first prompt was pride - you were supposed to write seven great things about yourself.
When I saw the prompt, I thought it’d be easy, considering that my ‘identity’ was that of a narcissist. I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong. I tried making a new text post, and I even made seven numbers, but I couldn’t write a single great thing about myself.
I guess that’s it. I may act like I’m extremely confident, and I might act like I’m really, really proud of myself and who I am, but I guess this slapped me in the face and made me realize that I don’t really think like that. It took me this long to see it, but I’ve actually got a pretty low self-esteem and God knows no one will take my word for this, but that’s the reality.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t pretend to be in love with who I was.
Maybe someone would notice that my life really is falling apart and would help me through it.
Maybe someday they’ll see. But I’m afraid. What if that someday is too late? What if when that time comes, it’s too late to fix everything?
Goddamnit. Why do I even bother.
