restoring images
the r0om is the first and last thing i wana scream in my mind. 1oyears ago, i used to sleep here with my bstfriend five years ago..and in one of those beds, i wrote a break up letter to my first boyfrnd and i here i learned to say “yawa” and tried to practice kicking ass at d same tym..the next room is my bstfrnd’s parents’ room..i could have bin dr second daughter..i used to eat wd d whole family and i was always invited in the family outings so in return i would then offer a free massage to my bstfrnd’s mom every nyt after work..the other image of the house i kept playing in my head ryt now is the livng rum..i used to play sungka here, which i got frm my mom wthout hr prmission dts y when she found out she was mad and dt ws how i learnd headbanging, banging my heaD in my room’s wall, next to my parents’ room as a form of a cheap rebellion..i played sungka hr wd my bstfrnd again, and dt was how i got to hold hr brother’s hand for d first tym aftr years dt i stayed dr..we watched movies sitting together wd my bstfrnd and dr, i met my 1st big big crush, leo d caprio..dr, i wtched titanic for almost twenty times..and of cors, i still could not undrstnd d language dt tym..i jz wtched for d sake of wtching it wd my bstfrnd’s bro..
today, evrytym i see dt house in front of ours,i remember my own stories dt are left hanging in my mind
