I think this is a confession.

Out of boredom, I checked my facebook account. I actually prevented myself from doing so, to avoid the comments, messages and all to answer. Eventually, my curiosity pushed me to log in. So far, my notifications reached 100+, including those *blah*villes requests from relatives and former teachers. I checked my photo albums (they’re in private now though), and reminisce~ the times when I was brave enough to flaunt my vanity. I saw my friends’ comments years ago. I saw people I used to have crush with, and their comments (ang landi namin badtrip haha) that made me puke out now. I just stare at their names now, thinking what made me like them before.

So far, the sweetest thing my crush did to me when I was in second year highschool was he knelt down before me in front of class to kiss my hand. I thought I was going to die that time (but here I am, quite alive). He was the crush ng bayan that I literally received hate mails when the news spread out. He was my seatmate in biology class that everyone stares at us the whole period. I was in a girl group. I know every secret in the room. I find myself in places I shouldn’t be at to. I went home late. I sneak out (that’s the history of my midnight sneak out plan) I was like living a teenage drama series before. Cheers for my adolescent years.

Then, he got a girlfriend. I “broke up” with the girl group. I went back to my friends I met when I was in first year. And I became invisible, away from the spotlight. And life became better. I spend my time in the library more often. Then my English teacher noticed me, and she pushed me to join in contests for the English department. Then that’s it. I lived a much more normal life with little drama.

Back to facebook, I saw my pictures, which were edited. My eyes were wearing contacts, my photos are in sepia tone. And I pout. I pose. I…I…oh my. What was I thinking before?!

At least, I somehow evolved.