What do I do?

Drama. Its like the air we breathe in.
It seems to be a daily routine. A spice for life. When can we ever run away from it?
But without it, how is life going to be?

Well this blog post is not about me telling you what drama is, what it does, where its comes from..or whatever. But My own drama. I mean...who can stop me. This is my blog. So here we go..

Where should I start?
I actually dont have a problem right now. But I'm beginning to think I do.
In other words ...its that "falling" stage that most teenaged girls do. But with the experiences, with the lessons, with the heartbreaks, I am supposed to be ready for this and know how to take care of it maturely.
So how exactly?
Take it slow, take time, think? What about, dont tell everyone. But then again, one finds out then the rest of the world knows. I'm not even sure yet and they're already jumping to conclusions. Cant I decide for myself now a days? Okei. Exaggeration.
This is like a crazy maniac talking to herself. I dont even know where this is going but then these fingers of mine wont let me stop typing words that might not make any sense to the people who are reading it. But then again...this is my blog.
Okei I am totally lost...
and I am totally in denial arent I?
Cause you know,
and I know,
and he knows,
and they know...
that when Ruth starts to make blogs like this...

only means one thing...










"What do I do, I think I fel in love with you.."


not exactly there yet...

Piolo- "Im getting there"


HAHAHAHAHA

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