The battle was still raging on. Im 16, taking up BSE (Bachelor Of Secondary Education) as a course in college and hopefully, in the future I would be a TEACHER. Yea, a teacher who will taught the world bout its her/history and its shit and the hell that its been dealing with. I feel so guilty everytime I think bout being a teacher someday because Im taking the English language as my major. Feel guilty, eh? Because Im a Filipino, Im not yet through with my language but here I am studying a foreign language.

Well drop that part because its no longer the subject.

Im here to tell you about the shit Im dealing with as a BSE student and as individual myself who was labeled as a freak, insane and queer humyn being.

I hate moral, Im telling you. I hate it from the smallest veins of my flesh, from the single drop of my blood, from the core of my being, from the state of my spirit.

WHO SHOULD DICTATE WHAT IS MORAL?  FUCK IT, BUT I THINK ITS JUST A BIASED OF THE SOCIETY THAT WONT LET ANYTHING THAT SUGGEST RESISTANCE ON THE SYSTEM THEYRE TRYING TO IMPOSE TO US.

Im a kind o person who do things that conflict with what they so called moral.

(note:Ill continue this later because I can no longer think. There is something corrupting my brain.)