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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

A Letter to the little insecure me.

Look at you, with little fats in your belly, stretchmarks on some parts of your body, acne on face and back, dark bags under your eyes, and the most who suck at time management; you’re imperfect and I love you.

You are the most precious thing in this world, so embrace your flaws and focus on the things that you love. Accept you for you because only then you can find real love, only when you love yourself wholly can you give love to other people around you. You are more than your flaws, and you are a work in progress so instead of focusing on the bad things, try to divert your attention to the good things you have and make yourself better each day.

The goal is be successful and be the best version of you, make yourself proud. You got this.

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

Dear me,

Another year is about to come, please use this time to hustle and work in silence to attain peace. Protect your peace at all cost and always remember to never doubt to choose yourself in any situation.

You got this, you have plenty of time to convert your dreams to reality, so spend your time wisely.

Normalize cutting people who try to undercut your success and mess with your peace, people come and go, hence, at the end of the day, the only one who will be left is you for yourself.

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

To not choose is still a choice and with that comes the consequences...as it should

G.B.R.

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Confession from a senior in college

Being in my last year in college makes me anxious. There’s this overwhelming feeling of how I proceed in life after I graduate.

I remember it becoming my fear when I was in my junior year in high school. My friends and I would have countless conversations late at night, outside talking about how we would like our future to go.

I must admit, whenever I think about it, I get scared, it’s like feeling lost in the vast ocean of life and not knowing if there would be a place that’ll accept me when I search for jobs; then like a domino effect, it’ll all come crashing in my head.

Will I be able to get accepted for the job that I’ll apply for? If I get accepted, will I be able to love my job? Will it mess up my mental health? Will I be able to---but all of my what if will never be answered right now, because my what ifs are for the future to hold.

All I have now is myself, and to decide if I’ll let this ruin my system or continue my journey because of the beauty my future holds.

That’s it, not that I am invalidating myself, it’s just, in a few months, I’ll be on my own and it’s going to be a rollercoaster journey, but I trust myself, it’s going to be okay, I am going to be okay.

I can do anything because I’ve been through a lot and I am never going to give up on my dreams just because I am afraid now. I am afraid and I am brave enough to admit it because I’m built as a strongly independent and unstoppable girl that is born to shine like a star.

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This type of love scares me

This type of love scares me not because it's toxic. It scares me because I jumped and made it my centerfold. It scares me because it's the love I've always wanted and I don't know if I'd ever fall and love like this again if it doesn't work.

This type of love is giving me everything but still strives to give me better results each day. What if it reaches its peak? Will it be like the plot of a story where there's the exposition, rising action, falling action, and resolution,? I hope not.

I say this right now and hope to say it again until my dying day, "With all the tears and laughter, I love you forever and always."

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

For Sergs

Because you're the most appealing shade of blue

And my favorite shade of red

Because you're flawed

And you'll always be the perfectly imperfect person who will fit perfectly to my choices

For being the ink on my writings,

I stopped and got exhausted

Because I thought I lost my words

But now, I can say, you're my favorite metaphor

For the friendship,

Because you're the compass when I'm lost

My afterglow and my hope

And the summer to my December

For the invisible string that binds us,

Because you painted me golden

Because a single thread of gold tied me to you

And because you're my once in twenty lifetimes

For the afterlife if it's true,

I'd always choose to stand by you

Because you're the heaven after a hell's journey

And for you, I'd never get tired giving a million little times

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This isn't platonic

By: G.B.R

The day came

Bells ring, music plays

As she walked down the aisle

She smiled, he looks beyond happy

Vows exchanged

Her heart beats only for him

She held her breath

As she watch them kiss

Cheers and applause were heard

But not her heart made of glass that suddenly dropped

The reception filled with lovely melodies and laughter

Then her name was called

"It's time" she thought as she took the mic

Above all the gifts, hers was the most precious

To him it was her presence that was everything

Then she stated the most beautiful words

She started narrating

He's the most beautiful man ever existed

The looks was just the tip of the iceberg

She spoke about how he captured her soul

How their journey began

How they reached their goals and plans

Including how she helped him with the loveliest bride

She spoke, telling how their souls were tied

But how his heart beats for another

She spoke

And asked the beautiful couple

To produce little versions of themselves

She spoke as her glass of heart dropped

Then she smiled...this is the punishment

Never hold the hand of someone whose hands hold another

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‘Tis the damn season (Inspired by Taylor Swift)

By: Genesis B. Roldan

The running before the morning comes

The sunrise with you the whole summer

Twisted in bedsheets

Movies in the afternoon

Champagne in the evening

While we talk like two old people chasing for time

Time flies

I’m still here where you left me

Summer passed

It’s all gone again

While I have me here

I know you’re with her somewhere

Sometimes I would go out at night

As I look into the stars

You said, you’ll always be there

And there’s ache in me that you left

Then I’d lay in bed and wonder

When will the next summer be?

Will you go back?

Because it keeps on haunting me

You are my only peace

So comeback, I’m still your hometown

If summer is what is ours,

I will wait here until you come home

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To my once was best friend

You are one of those people whom I chose to let go. Our friendship was so simple and it's not actually that complicated, maybe you just got tired of me and me to you. I chose to let you go because that's what was supposed to happen, it was fun while it lasted. It was the kind of friendship every person would want to have in their lives. We were always there for each other no matter what. There are no regrets in meeting you.

We would have conversations that will make people around us wonder, "what the hell are these two idiots talking about?" but it was all fun because that made everything so interesting. We would even laugh like idiots while walking on the streets eating "turo turo" and just plainly have that kind of conversations. We had our own little bubble and I tell you, I enjoyed every moment I spent with you.

We would always talk for hours via phone calls, messenger chat, and would laugh the entire time. The conversations we had, good old days. It was all so nice.

You were always the first person to read my written pieces, you were always the first person whom I would have share my stories with. You were always the first person I'd call whenever I get into trouble, and whenever there are little achievements in my life. You were once my favorite person even when we went to different universities in college.

You know so much about me, and you often tell me that I influenced you so much. From reading books, collecting notebooks and pens, writing, dress style, and music. Our minds are just so aligned, our perception to the world, our views, not to mention, your stars aligned to mine. Two different souls perfectly fit for each other, you were the best Taurus out there and I was once the perfect Pisces for your complicated world.

but I guess at some point I just got tired.

I got tired of approaching, feeling left and neglected. I badly wanted to understand you but it's hard when you wouldn't open up.

From being the first person to know everything, we slowly drifted away. I got tired being ignored, while I understand your situation, I guess it wasn't enough reason to stay.

Maybe you got tired of listening to my stories, so I stopped showing you my written pieces and learned to keep secrets from you. Maybe you got tired of my hyperactive energy, maybe you're tired. Nevertheless, what we had was beautiful.

I'm not angry at you, I just don't want this friendship anymore.

I used to write letters for you, and now I am doing it again but the difference is, this is the last one. I've got nothing left. I just got tired. Nevertheless, I don't regret meeting you and sharing those moments with you. You are the one I'm letting go without harsh criticisms because you were nothing but real good to me, you deserve a final note with a period to end it nicely.

So long, and good luck.

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Here’s to you, bestie

You are my rainbow after the rain, and the familiar morning after the night. You are my home and will always be my favorite person to annoy at the same time spend time with.

You are my everything and I can’t imagine living my life without you annoying me or me to you. If your wings are broken, I’ll let you borrow mine ‘til yours heal. I believe a single thread of gold tied me to you, and no matter what it takes, I will always choose you versus everybody. 

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

Don't you think it's toxic when people would call you when it's just convenient for them?

G.B.R.

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

Never make someone feel like their feelings are not valid.

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Some of the words I wish y’all knew

First of all, you're not in my shoes. Don't ever say "don't mind them" because before you even said it, I have thought about it hundreds of times. 

Second, try a little harder next time if you wanna send comfort. I less talk about my pain, I choose to show the other mask that I am wearing: it's anger with wickedness. 

Y'all should stop judging someone in pain just because you think it's not a big of a deal. You have no idea how the monsters in her head eat her every night. It's so hard trying to escape the woods-I just wish I'd finally be on the clear side. You might think that I am full of anger, jealousy, wickedness, and vain but, don't forget that every single story has its two sides. You don't just say that, "it's okay, it's gonna be fine" because we all care about ourselves-our reputation. It's not that you wanna please everyone, it's the fact that, you're afraid that someone you really like might find out about the rumors about you and he or she might believe it. 

For the third part, I am not okay. I see people turn their backs on me as if it's the only option they have. I see how my kingdom crumble, how each day pass and how it makes me realize that not everyone who are still around me are supporting me, how not everyone-even the closest ones to you are going to listen and will understand you. 

At the end of the day, never lose yourself because, that's the only thing that will matter. Your fights with your inner demons and those who tries to undercut you shall never win so guard your heart, and mind.

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

You know that a writer's in a serious situation if her metaphors can't hold her shit

G.B.R.

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

People haven't been always there for me but writing always has.

G.B.R.

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[a-t-h-e-e-n-a]

Trust me, if a guy can manage not to talk to you after a fight, he is not a man, he's just a boy.

G.B.R.

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G-E-N-E-S-I-S

When I was younger, the first thing that my mom taught me was the meaning of my name and she taught me how to write it. G-E-N-E-S-I-S GENESIS. She said that my name symbolizes the beginning and new hope for everything, it made a little sense because I was the first child in our family and I only understood the first thing that she said about my name. Since that day, I got fascinated by the art of writing. I always write and scribble my whole name on every paper that I see around our house. T

hat was my first memory in the field of writing because, later on, I learned how to read and write the alphabet. Little by little I started to learn how to read actual words such as “apple, cat, ball, etc.” I grew up not realizing that writing has always been my fortress, solitude, and refuge. I have always been in love with writing even if my left hand hurt because of nonstop scribbling. I did not know that this hobby of mine will be considered as both a gift and a curse. It went from a hobby to addiction, from the basic words that my momma taught me to my actual discoveries by reading books. I learned and still am learning.

Later on, when I was in elementary my teachers always complained about how talkative I am, that in class I was always raising questions and how I consume almost the entire time asking my teachers questions about the discussion, and how it goes to the extent that the quietest kid in the class was assigned to sit beside me hoping that I would shut up but, only to find out that the quiet kid already became so chatty since he became my seatmate. Another thing that my teachers are complaining is about my penmanship not because it is ugly but, because it was always left side slant. 

They also noticed that I did not know how to properly write a paragraph. I did not know how to indent, and they always say that they are running out of breath whenever they read my works especially my essays since I lacked out of punctuation marks and I still am loquacious on my written pieces. I did not have original penmanship since the day that my grade three teachers told me that my penmanship looked ugly until I went in sixth grade.

I always envy my classmates who have had gorgeous penmanship, who are so great in solving math equations and I cannot deny the fact that I compared myself to them and started questioning my abilities. The worst part of it was when reality slapped my face and I realized, I am an outcast and I did not have real friends. Dramatic as it may seem but it was my reality, I experienced being bullied because I am not good at math, nevertheless, none of those comments stopped me from writing and doing what I love. T

hat is one of my reasons why I fell in love with writing even more because maybe people are not always by my side but writing always has been a part of my life and it is like what composes my being. And I guess one factor that affected me as a kid, who aspired me to continue writing and be good whatever happens is Taylor Swift. I adore her so much because I can relate to her music and her story. My elementary, high school, and even now in my college life have been filled with Taylor’s words, stories, and teachings. She is so pure and genuine and she always pours her heart on every song that she writes. She creates music so well as if music is already her plus, she also has the good character that I will forever and always look up to. Her story continues to teach me lessons and she is one of the reasons why I am not giving up on writing.

When I was in sixth grade my teacher was the one who noticed that I have a potential in writing. She once talked to me personally saying that my way of writing is already good it is just that, I have to further practice and enhance it. She also said that the only problems with my articles were, it lacked punctuation marks and some grammatical errors were needed to be fixed which I can still improve. I am glad though that she liked and encouraged me to continue writing. Since then I started to write more in my free time or should I say, I was and still make time for writing. 

 From those experiences, I gained new learning that I will be forever thankful for. My writing journey, of course, did not end there. From falling in love with writing on a sheet of paper, learning and improving my penmanship from pencil to a pen, figuring out how to use margins, indentions, and punctuation marks up to being able to make my work faster by the use of MS Word in computers. 

From writing about how my day went by on my diary, writing essays about how my summer vacation went, my favorite pet, and what was my most embarrassing moment to being able to purchase more books and read articles about Philosophy, and fiction novels, being required by my high school teachers to write something about the book we read and write something about the current issues in the Philippines, being able to write short stories, articles and the like- whatever captures my interest, being able to join writing contests, becoming a member of the school paper team, and the best part of it is from keeping my writings to myself to having real friends that are already like siblings who are one of my inspirations in writing, are always willing to read my drafts, appreciate my works- who are putting up their suggestions on how can I improve my written pieces since, they know that I love learning and hearing their thoughts about my writings.

Being addicted to writing is a tough passion and responsibility. Sometimes I want to write something but, I cannot because no inspiration or motivation is coming in my mind. It is also hard because as my perspective in writing became more open, I realized that I have not just to write for myself but also for other people. I need to use this passion of mine in the right manner where everyone will benefit and gain something good after reading my piece. 

I would like to say that this occurred to me long ago but since the news came about the CORONA Virus, I did not write anything, maybe because the Philippines was not yet really affected that time. It all sank into my system that something is wrong when the nationwide cancellation of classes happened, the work from home occurred worldwide, and a lot of people are finally raising their cries to the government because of lack of financial assistance, food, and shelter.

It broke my heart into pieces knowing that a lot of my co-Filipinos are starving, that the government officials are not even coming up with a single decision on how we could help the citizens of this nation, that some of the citizens who are fortunate enough are becoming hoarders of goods, and mostly those people who are using the social media platform and their freedom of speech in the wrong manner just to get temporary fame and attention but, are not dedicated into writing nor are concern about the real issue.

On the other note, I admire those people who are using social media as a medium to enlighten and raise their concerns or use it in the right manner, just like the Filipino author in the pen name of Bob Ong. His articles added a lot of fuel into the fire in me wanting to finally produce a certain piece that I can share with the people around me. Finally, it is time to listen to my mind, pour my heart into my writing and to finally make an output that, I hope can encourage other people to always choose what is right at this point in life where a pandemic and some of the government officials are being a pain in the ass.

I do not know when this COVID-19 ends but as my mom taught me, I finally understood why my name is Genesis. I know now that I am born because I have to raise my voice in the right manner, fight for what is right especially now that CORONA virus had brought up the true colors of our government. We should not stop encouraging people to always choose what is right and do good whatever happens. 

I may be one of those people who still aspire to become a successful writer whatever it takes and that my name does not yet have the spotlight on it, but as Taylor Swift said, “I still want to have a sharp pen, thin skin, and an open heart” that is fearless and dedicated enough in the sense that, I know writing may put me to death if a certain person hates me for it but, I will choose writing over and over again for I know that words are really powerful swords, and if I see something that I know generally is wrong and will affect the people, then I will surely pour my heart on my work whatever it takes because I believe and I need to be on the right side of history.

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