Once, There was a Boy

I could only think of a few things if you'd ask me when do I feel genuine happiness.

Those were the moments I spend with my family (when we are not ripping each other's throats), and the time I spend with certain friends. You know, I have had a lot of friends, but I couldn't level myself with their energy.

Anyway, I feel happy too when I go to church. Oh yes, believe me. I do. The joy I have when attending a mass is always true. That is until someone would bicker with me, usually my siblings, and the whole Sunday aura would turn to bubbles, popping off to join the invisible air.

My life was ordinary - plain and simple.

I was not the kind of person who loves to travel the world, or the one who shops with friends then go straight to café and gossip over sweetened drinks.

It wasn't really helping either that I had always liked to stay at home and binge-watch series or read a book and finish it within 3 hours.

Because I've always lived a monotonous life, I was starting to think if my existence was real or I was just dreaming the same routine everyday.

This was my world - my boring world.