Things I Don't Talk About

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Drifting between fleeting thoughts and endless possibilities, I exist somewhere between reality and daydreams. A collector of late-night conversations, half-finished ideas, and the quiet moments people overlook. I find beauty in pixels, melodies, and the spaces between words. Life feels like a series of loading screens, and I’m just here, figuring it out one frame at a time. I romanticize the little things—city lights at midnight, static noise, and the way memories fade like old film. If you're reading this, welcome to my corner of the universe.

Might drop a half-hidden face pic here… or just slap a ridiculous filter on it. Gotta keep the mystery alive. 😏

My Old Kid pic

Maddy knew who she was from a very early age. For as long as Maddy could remember, everybody loved her.

Being young and gay in the streets of Manila is… something. I never really had to come out—my mom made that decision for me before I was even born. She used to joke that she’d abort me if I turned out straight, and while that’s definitely a choice of parenting humor, at least I never had to deal with the whole “coming out” anxiety. But being carefree isn’t as easy as it sounds.

Growing up, school wasn’t exactly kind to someone like me. Too feminine? You’re a target. Too loud? Even worse. I learned quickly that standing out meant standing alone. And then there are the old straight men—the ones who stare too long when I walk past, the ones who make me feel like just existing is an invitation. And let’s not forget the people who assume I’m flirting with them just because I’m nice. Like, relax. I have taste.

But I got lucky. I found friends who made it easier to breathe, people who never made me feel like I had to shrink myself just to fit in. With them, I feel free—loud, unfiltered, me. And I’ve learned to fight back, too. Bullies don’t scare me anymore. If the world wants to stare, let them. I’ll just give them a show.