When you don’t want to look lonely so you pull out your phone…

I want to write a letter to my mom. Telling her my side of the story. Why i wanted to go to my boyfriend’s Grad Ball.

Dear Mom,

I’m not a little kid anymore. But I’m not saying I’ve grown up na. Kung di pa to para sa age ko, eh bat pa naimbento yung prom? Diba pang 3rd year students yun? Eh ako nga 4th year na. You just can’t accept the fact that I’m growing up. Look. I’m not gonna leave you. I’m not gonna forget you when I grow older. Even when I have my own family. You know why? Because I love you. And that love will never change. Pero ma. Pagibigyan mko. Di na mauulit yung Prom. Diba sabi nila yun yung highlight ng highschool life? But how will I know kung di ko maeexperience? Buti sana kung may Grad Ball ang St. Scho. Hindi ko intention na magalit ka or something. Gusto ko lag talaga marinig mo yung side ko. Please ma. Pagbigyan mo na ako.

-Me.

An advice would be really good right now. :(

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