I don’t want to go to school, I don’t want to.
Itinalukbong ko ang kumot sa mukha ko at hindi ko pinansin ang pagkatok ng mga kapatid ko sa pinto ng kwarto ko. I let them knock again and again, and even my parents tried to wake me up since they couldn’t get me up off the bed.
I don’t want to hear any of those rumors. I don’t want to. I want to stay here. I shouldn’t have attended the party, I shouldn't have—no, it was the right choice. Who would have thought that it would be revealed by middle-class people? Ah, I want to stay here. I don’t want to go to school.
Narinig ko na lamang na tumigil sila sa pagkatok at ang hakbang nila papalayo sa kwarto ko. Why? Why am I back to what I’ve been before? Pinangako ko na hindi na ako magpapaapekto but why? Why do their comments affect me too much
