"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I sometimes wonder if your death is the reason nothing seems to be right anymore. I can’t get the warmth of your blood off my hands, can’t forget your tears and the moment you took your last breath. I wish I hadn’t been there. I wish I couldn’t remember. But I am glad. Glad I was able to let you know how much I’ll always love you. Glad I don’t have any regrets. I’m sorry I can’t stop thinking about this. Can’t stop thinking and overthinking every single thing. I’m sorry I dream of joining you. Just know that I miss you and if there’s an afterlife, I hope we’ll be able to see each other again. Te extraño mucho, abuelo, bendición.

You were not the best father-in-law. You were not the best husband. But you were a decent grandfather, I guess. Honestly, I just hope you’re ok, wherever you are. I want to say sorry and thank you. I wished I got to know you even better. I wished I had the time to share both our passion in reading books. I’m thankful for the life you have given to our family. Without you, I would not be alive. Without you, I would not be experiencing the joys of what life can offer. For that, I am thankful.

I don’t feel good. I don’t. Everything sucks for me. My health isn’t getting better, I’m stucked and I feel like a burden to everyone. If I’m nota fine, I can’t live a life. Second: I feel I don’t belong in this career. I’ve tried, but I can’t… I just can’t. I don’t belong here, and my health just gets everything atte university worse. Third: No one needs me. If I wasn’t here, no one would care. Everyone is so happy with their lives and couples. And me? I have no one. Everything sucks. I feel useless, meaningless and utterly alone. Help me, please. Or give me a sign. I miss you. I’ll always love you and miss you.

(That last letter was posted at midnight on accident that\’s why it says the 21st my bad)

Happy birthday. I know it’s odd that I’m writing this to you on a site dedicated to a book that writes letters to you, but I figured I’d share.

You’re my idol. Growing up, I liked a few Nirvana songs my parents would listen to you, but I never understood the lyrics. Now that I’m older and trying to be a grunge wannabe I understand. You’ve helped me heal tremendously and I love you.

I love you so, so, so much. I wish I could’ve seen you just once. Maybe I’ll see you one day, wherever I end up.

Happy birthday, wherever you are.

i like this guy but idk if he likes me he glances at me behind my back but i cant catch him in the action of him doing it idk now i just hate myself for being alone on valentines day.

When you’re alive I always look out for the broomsticks around the house because you will use it to me as a bunal if I will do something stupid. I always hate your way of feeding us. I always hate those broomsticks and veggies. I hate your angry voice and your strictness. However, when you died due to cancer, my world fell apart. It was the first time that I felt so lost and empty. I was just a mere five year old kid but I can feel my heart breaking into tiny pieces.

Now, I’m turning 20, and the question that I keep on asking mysef keeps on bugging me. What if you’re still alive? Would my life be the same?

Taaaaam! nagkaputot ka lang. hehehe i really miss you little brother, we really miss youuu, mama, papa and kuya. We just never thought that it came in that way. I really blamed myself on what happened to you, i just thought that of all people, why you and not me, though you have more dreams than mine, more determination than mine, you’re even more intelligent than mine, you are even happier that you’ve been living in the world than I am. You’re even more handsome than I am, you’re stronger than I am and you’re the happy pill of the family. I just miss the time we’re together, bonding, “dogsing”, teasing, that “kuya diyan” you call me, i really miss every little thing, that laugh, that smile and yet why? maybe God needed handsome angels and that’s you at least that’s what our mama said.

Tam, i’m still going home in Midsayap, and when i do, i’ll go in the cemetery immediately, i know you’re very “putig itlog”, scared in the dark. it’s your fault that you let yourself die, now you see you can”t eat your favorite foods. just kidding. and i’m sorry, i know you really want ... Read more

Hello! It’s almost two years since you were united with God. How are you? What it feels like to be in heaven? I know that’s the happiest and most peaceful place away from problems, desolation, and frustrations. I’m so delighted that you are now at perfect peace.

I penned this because I wanna talk to you through this letter. I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me in my most trying times. I have a lot of bitter-sweet stories to tell you, lolo.

There are numerous black holes flourished in my mind the moment I entered college life. I’m expecting this to happen, it feels like you are carrying a colossal baggage every day at your back. The galaxy-like color of the universe is disrupted with darkness. It’s slowly fading until completely gone. I’m relentlessly trying to execute my best in my studies every time we had quiz, assignments, recitations, and projects however, it sounds like my best wasn’t enough to grasp the remarks I want to achieve. I’m so broken. My academic performance is not anymore justifiable. I don’t know what’s happening. Sometimes, I get mad with myself for not reaching what was supposed to be passing. ... Read more

Hello! It’s almost two years since you were united with God. How are you? What it feels like to be in heaven? I know that’s the happiest and most peaceful place away from problems, desolations, and frustrations. I’m so delighted that you are now at perfect peace.

I penned this because I wanna talk to you through this letter. I miss you so much. I wish you are here with me in my most trying times. I have a lot of bitter-sweet stories to tell you, lolo.

There are numerous black holes flourished in my mind the moment I entered college life. I expecting this to happen, it feels like you are carrying a colossal baggage every day at your back. The galaxy-like color of the universe is disrupted with darkness. It’s slowly fading until completely gone. I’m relentlessly trying to execute my best in my studies every time we had quiz, assignments, recitations, and projects however, it sounds like my best wasn’t enough to grasp the remarks I want to achieve. I’m so broken. My academic performance is not anymore justifiable. I don’t know ... Read more