I miss you all the time even though i only know you on the surface.
I'd like to know more about you. I'd like to see if there's anything else to you besides money making.
I don't know what you think about me, or if you even think about me. I'm not sure if i should wish for it either, because it will only be for my self esteem if you do. I don't know if things can progress or not.
I'm just happy knowing you, maybe being friends. Closeness... would be nice if it weren't forced. I'm just not sure about what to do with my feelings. I'm preoccupied as is. I don't think i can fully serve my parents if i started thinking about myself now.
Or maybe that's exactly what i'm doing. I'm not so sure myself.

That... phrase, reaction, comment... keeps on replaying in my mind. Walang silbi. Buti pa ang iba may silbi.
Thanks for making me remember, Padre. There are now several incidences stuck in my mind, all caused by you.
Funny that my feelings about this are mixed though. I'm slightly angry, mostly just down. And umm... i dunno. I'm kind of.... waiting for some sort of affirmation of my true character. Kung wala nga ba akong silbi, o meron naman kahit konti.

I'll just go sleep. Good night all.