Relapsing to my “what could have been.”
Seeing graduation photos on FaceBook made me think of the young me. The one with hopes and dreams of becoming a lawyer. The 15- year old me whose heart got shattered by some irrelevant guy in her past. I feel sad thinking about her. And every time I do, I can’t stop myself from crying. I’m not the smartest kid in the room but I was hardworking. I read and put effort into getting good grades before. The young me was invalidated by everybody whom she considers her friend. “ Dili man ka bright. Hardworking lang jud ka.” “Dili nimo deserve ma Valedictorian.” “ Trying hard ra kaayo ka.” Those were some of the hurtful comments ( to name a few) that I got when I was young. I admit, I suck at advanced mathematics and physics. I didn’t know how aptitude tests work until today. I hesitate when I speak in English at home because of the fear of getting the “bad grammar” backlash. I tried to be the best in my pursuits. I gave my heart and shed tears to get what I want. I feel...