The holidays dawned me again with a bittersweet numbness. I do not quite understand why but maybe considering the fact that throughout my teenager life, I look at things with a different perspective. Christmas season, my birthday, New Year’s Eve or just any other joyful occasion, this seemingly disheartened ghost that is latched on my soul had guided me to never experience a day with no qualms. I grew up angry, confused, pathetic and afraid. I started noticing it since I was nine years old. But these complications did not hinder my search to uncover and understand my situation. As life unfolded on me, I knew I was broken inside. I knew something happened in my life that led me to observe life in a cracked window glass.
Comparing my life to other people to search for answers, (as would a normal functioning teenager would do on a daily basis) little by little, I put the pieces to uncover why I am actually uncovering at this present moment. I understand not all people the same age as mine don’t have a grasp of or do what I in fact do, all they did
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This advocacy would then be presented in front of the class, memorized. As what a student who wants to graduate on time, I began looking back at my not so fine life. Prepared with a pen and a handful of paper, it is predestined that the latched disheartened ghost will be my muse. Now, like an artist with a doomed muse as an inspiration, I just looked at the internet for ideas, I mean, it would be depressing for me and what could go wrong if I took a bit of idea from the vast library of things. Fortunately, I have landed on an online article that will give me the push to finish my subject requirement and that will eventually be the starting bread crumb of my search for answers: an article about the children of Overseas Filipino