Mga cashier na yan ako pa tuturuan sa tap to pay. Nako kapag tinuruan mo, maiinis pa yan sila at ayaw maniwala. Bat kasi hindi tinuturuan ng management at mali-mali ang turo sa kanila about tap to pay.
who can sit beside the silence
and say, without asking—
“I know you’re carrying something.
You don’t have to explain it.
I’m here.”
Until then,
I remain here—
standing in the middle of everything,
yet somehow
still alone.
There are days I feel like a shadow
standing beside my own life—
present, but never quite touched,
heard, but never understood.
People ask if I’m okay,
as if the question itself is enough,
as if the answer lives somewhere simple
waiting to be spoken out loud.
where I don’t have to pretend
I understand myself.
And in that stillness,
I fight quietly—
no audience, no witness,
just me
and this unnameable feeling
that lingers like a shadow
that never leaves.
I don’t need perfect answers.
I don’t need someone to fix it.
Just someone
I’m starting to question the good deeds and the kindness being offered. When acts of help are repeatedly followed by statements like “I’m always the one at fault anyway,” the meaning of those actions begins to shift.
Karpman Drama Triangle, a framework that describes how people can rotate between roles such as the victim, the rescuer, and the perceived offender. When self-sacrificing behavior and victim language occur together, it can reinforce a cycle where one person appears virtuous and