Plain

I miss you. Or the idea of you. I miss you/it so much it's gnawing my insides.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit putangina ang sakit. Ang sakit-sakit.

Hindi ko alam kung saan ako pupulutin.

It might have been just one shallow thing, but it still crushed whatever self-esteem I may have left.

I'd really like to say that I'm pretty enough or that I'm talented or even just good at something, at least. But I'm not. I was born average and forever will be.