Your Freedom

Anulment vs Death

Wouldn't it be more economical if one party dies than getting an anulment? Just look at the facts. Anulment costs hundreds of pesos while death wouldn't even reach fifty thousand pesos.

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I feel like ending it again.

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Nobody appreciates it anyway.

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I'm feeling down again. Honestly, no matter how hard I try not feel this way, I always do whenever I see her comment or like other posts but on mine doesn't. I actually am confused why it's like that. I want to know why, but then I can't ask her. I don't have the right anymore. More so, I am afraid of her answer if I asked her. Would I rather be in this uncertainty?

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Ah the sadness. The feeling of rejection. I should have gotten used to it by now. But everytime feels new. I can never get past it.

Invitation

I called her this lunch. Invited her to an office affair. She said she has plans for tomorrow but the actual plans hasn't been confirmed yet. Didn't sound like she was making an excuse on not coming with me.

Doodles

Desires

Our desires enslave us.

Dante and Leila cont'd

The chloroform had done its job. Dante pulled up quietly into Leila's driveway and made his way to her front door. Dante opened the door with his keys. The keys he used before when he and Leila were still together. He left the door ajar.

Dante went back to the driveway and opened the passenger door. He scoops Leila gently into his arms. He didn't bother closing the car door.

Dante carried Leila into her bedroom and softly laid her in her bed. He took a step back and longingly looked into her face.

How he missed her. He missed her smile, the way she laughed. He missed everything about her. He missed her love for him.

Dante removed her clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket. He took a small, clean towel and ran it under the faucet, soaking it wet. He rung the towel until no water drips from it. Dante proceeded to wiping Leila. He wiped her face gently. Down to her neck, her body. Down to her feet. He cleaned her thoroughly. Dante then took fresh panties and bra from her dresser and put it on her. He also took a nice looking dress, a black dress, the last dress they bought together, and put it on her also. Dante took a brush and brushed her hair. He wants her to look her best. He wants her to look perfect.

Satisfied with his work, a small sad smile escaped his lips. He took his time looking at her. Stroking her hair as she laid there unconciously. Dante kissed her lips, then her forehead. Whispered his love, then goodbye.

Dante had another unmarked bottle. This time he used a syringe to gather its contents. When the liquid reached his desired amount, he put aside the bottle and sat beside Leila. Without hesitation, he struck the needle into her arm and emptied the contents.

Dante took one last look at Leila before closing the bedroom door. He locked the front door as he left then got into his car and drove away.

Dante and Leila

Dante sits quietly in the car. Contemplating about how things should go. Mustering the courage to call Leila, he grabs his cell and looks up her number in the contacts. Her phone rings and she answers. Leila directly aski what he wants. The tone of nonchalance is evident in her voice. Dante invites her for dinner. She answers she'll think about it. She hungs up. Dante waits. Her answer came around an hour later with a confirmation.

Dante picked her up. Leila has just gotten dressed. She showered. But her face shows a hint of annoyance of seeing him. They got into his car.

The ride was non eventful. Dante asked her how she is. Leila answers with a simple ok. Her answers are composed of either single words or shrugs. She barely looks at him.

Leila falls asleep during the ride. It was almost an hour drive. Dante stops the car. Opens the glove box quietly so as not to stir Leila. Takes out an unmarked bottle and pours its contents to his handkerchief. Just enough that the top is clearly wet yet not too much that the kerchief becomes soggy. Dante then gently places the cloth on Leila. Covering her mouth and nose.

Dante turns the car around and drives back to Leila's place.

No Blogger App

It is unfortunate that the official Blogger app for Android is not compatible with any of my devices. I even borrowed an Android tablet but the app is not available too. The iOS version is available though in all its devices from the iPhone to the iPad.

Shame on you Google for not providing total support for your own blogging medium.

Hello World

It has come to my attention that my thoughts, well some if not most of my thoughts and what runs in my head are not really suitable for posting in my regular Facebook account. They may be grim and morbid for some to take. Other people also become judgmental of me, saying that I'm too childish or act like a teenager. But whatever. I made this blog so that I could openly put my thoughts into words. Oftentimes I can't find anyone to talk to or someone to express myself without being judged. And without further ado, I welcome you, whoever you are and however you came to stumble upon this blog.