I grew up in a poor family, my mother was just a humble saleswoman and my father was a farmer. When I was five years old, I didn't realize how poor we were. All I know is that we have a house to shelter in and we can eat three meals a day.

That time I still feel emotions, such as being happy, angry, pity and worry and so on. Until everything changed when I was ten.

As I grew up, I understood how people treated my parents. They will not treat you well if you are just a poor person. So since that day, I became a practical person and didn't care about others.

At the age of eleven, the state of our lives changed because of the hard work of my mother and father. Here it struck me that the only way to buy happiness and respect is none other than money. People will treat you well if you have a lot of money.

I lost my emotions because I followed my brain rather than my heart.

For me, relationships are just a waste of time. Having one's own child is an obstacle to wealth. Not helping others without money in return. Getting married is just a waste of money. Falling in love is just a waste of money and time.

For me the world, time and life revolves around money.

I lack of empathy, I saw an old man who was run over by a car, I was just standing there looking at him and still couldn't feel the emotion they call "pity".

I lack of remose, I hurt a lot of people emotionally and physically but I can't feel the emotion they call "guilt".

I lack of love, with the many relationships I've been in, I can no longer feel the emotion they call "love".

I don't have all the positive emotions, the only remaining emotions are the negative ones.

I became a popular writer in the genre of psychological, thriller, mystery and gore.

I'm a famous writer but no one really approaches me because others say I have a scary aura. And besides the aura, there is also a rumor that has spread that I am a psychopath.

While I was sitting in the library, suddenly a man approached me. Actually, i find him annoying but the longer our conversation went on, the more I felt comfortable with him.

He told me about his life, he was a smart guy in the class and he was complimented me for being a good writer.

I love talking with him until my perspective on love changed. I don't want to be enslaved but when it comes to him I am enslaved.

It's weird but I'm not a considerate person but when it comes to him, the words "be careful" "don't starve" always come out of my mouth like why does it come out on its own?

I don't care about people but when it comes to him I wait for his reply. I wait for him every day.

The way he speaks, it's nice to hear his feminine voice and his feminine laugh. It's like music, just for my ears. I want him to be mine, no rehab can fix it!!

I didn't like to write poetry before but now I am making poetry and he's the subject. If it's not love, then what is it?

A few days passed, I decided to confess to him and courted him.

Every day, I take and pick him up from school. I also bring him lunch. But my world collapsed when he got sick. I was going to give him medicine but someone gave it to him first and I found out that the woman who gave it to him was also courting him.

And even worse, she was the first and I was the last but instead of giving up, I continued courting him until we talked just the two of us.

"Let's stop this, you don't deserve someone like me," he uttered.

But I held his hand. "You are enough for me," I whispered.

"I'm not handsome enough to experience your courtship," he responded.

"You're not handsome because I think you're pretty gorgeous," I answered him in a seductive tone and grinned.

But I was surprised when he suddenly slapped my hand and looked me in the eye.

"You don't understand me? I'm doing this for you because I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you because I don't like you!"

After he said this, he quickly turned his back on me. I was left speechless and laughed softly. Suddenly my tears flowed and my chest tightened.

My emotions returned when he came to me, i was able to feel joy, love and now sadness.

When you fall in love, you forget everything and I don't think I've forgotten myself too.

Now, I was sitting in the conference room while many reporters and cameras flashed in front of me.

"Ms. Sanchez, the story you wrote titled "LACK OF EMOTION" there are rumors that the female character in this story is you in real life. Is this their allegation true?" The reporter asked.

"Ms. Sanchez, Is that why you don't get married because of him?" Another reporter asked.

I smiled lightly. "Everybody said, "FOLLOW YOUR HEART". I did, it got broken."

The noise around me got louder so I just stood up smiling and turned my back on the crowd.

I lack emotions, but I never thought I could feel the emotion they call love. I haven't experienced it again now, so I haven't gotten married yet.

I only felt it with him. He is the first person I see in my future. He was the first man who taught me to be content. He was the first person I fell in love with, the first person I like and he was the first person who taught me to experience being hurt.

I want to blame him because I experienced these emotions but I remembered what I told him before I courted him.

"But if there is really no hope and you really don't like me or you won't like me. You can ignore me no matter what happens......

YOU CAN'T FORCE ME NOT TO LIKE YOU AND I CAN'T FORCE YOU TO LIKE ME."

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I have a two girlfriends and having a two girlfriends isn't easy because you need to choose between them.

They are both beautiful but different personalities.

One of my girlfriends has a modest attitude and she be dressed like Maria Clara. That's the reason why I'm so deeply inlove with her.

And my other girlfriend has a flirtatious attitude. She wants to have sex every time we see each other. I don't know but that is the reason why I'm so deeply inlove with her too.

For three days I was always with my modest girlfriend and two days with my horny girlfriend.

And now I am with my horny girlfriend. She's sleeping at katabi ko siya. She's ***** kasi kakatapos lang namin sa ginagawa namin.

Dahan-dahan akong bumangon ng bigla itong nagising at hinawakan ang braso ko.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"I will buy our food because I know you are tired of what we did last night," sagot ko at hinalikan siya sa labi.

"Okay," she's smiled.

Agad akong nagbihis at lumabas para bumili ng makakain namin. Mga ilang minuto biglang nag text ang isang girlfriend ko kaya agad kong pinuntahan siya. At kumatok ako sa pintoan niya at agad niya naman akong pinagbuksan.

I shocked because she looks like Maria Clara. She dressed like Maria Clara.

"Magandang umaga," she greeted me and she's smiled.

"Maganda umaga din aking binibini," I smiled.

"Namiss kita," mahinhin na ani niya sakin.

"I miss you too," sagot ko at hinalikan siya sa noo.

Sabi ng iba if dalawa girlfriend mo you need to choose between them but for me no need na.

Because my two girlfriends is just a one person.

And she's Cyrelle.

She has a bipolar disorder also known as manic-depressive illness.

I find ways to calm her down during maniac episodes and ways to comfort her during depression episodes.

And I make sure she takes her med.

I'm not a cheater.

I just fell in love with a girl who diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

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"Yomie Kang, why did you end up in jail?"

Since I was a child I have felt the unfairness of the world. I grew up without a recognized mother, she died when she gave birth to me. The only family I have is my father.

"Dad, the kids don't want to play with me and their parents also don't want to play with me because they say I'm a monster. I'm ugly...but I'm not a monster!" I cried as I wiped my tears with my arm.

He wiped away my tears and he fixed my hair. "Who told you that? Don’t they know that my daughter is so kind that it’s more than just called beautiful? You are so kind, smart, helpful and lovable then you are beautiful! So stop crying, you are not a monster, they are the monster."

I look ugly, I inherited it from my mother but despite people's ridicule of me, I had an ally father who always told me I was beautiful.

Whenever I am with him, I feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

But everything changed when the woman who would make his heart beat came into dad's life. She was very beautiful, tall, slim and porcelain white skin. She looks like a fallen angel from the sky but she's a devil.

She was disgusted with my appearance, so my father was forced to move me to another house. He chose the woman over his own child.

Now I know, who would choose an ugly woman? At a young age I experienced the bitterness and unfairness of the world. I see human, but no humanity.

When I was in high school, I experienced the oppression of people on me. They didn’t treat me well because of my appearance.

I have experienced being hurt by people even though I am innocent. At school, on the way home, shopping..I have no place...

Is it a sin to be an ugly one?

When my father died, his wife kicked me out. I had nothing left, not even clothes. But I was shocked to know that all of my father's property had been inherited from me. I have a lot of property and money but my life is useless because I am ugly.

I want to die. I hope I don't look like this anymore, I hope I just die.

I was about to jump off the bridge when suddenly someone spoke.

"Do you feel like garbage? Why don't you let me recycle you?"

I looked at her, she was wearing a doctor's uniform and she was wearing a face mask.

"W-What do you m-mean?" I asked.

She handed me her business card. "I am a surgeon, if you want plastic surgery call me. I can make you beautiful."

Since the day a surgeon approached me, the course of my life has changed. I experienced things I never experienced. She changed my whole face, identity and personality. She made me a Goddess.

I got plastic surgery and I will never regret it.

This is the life of a beautiful person, everyone looks up to me. They worship me like a goddess. I will never experience being alone because all the people want to stick with me. No matter how much sin I have committed, they will never judge me. Because for them the beautiful are infallible. I love being beautiful. Because no one will try to leave me and step on me.

Now I've become a famous actress, people love me.

"Yomie! I love you!"

"Yomie, please marry me!"

"Why are so pretty!"

"Step on me, my Goddess!"

Those are the shouts I hear from the people around me. Lots of cameras focused on me, they were all interested in my beautiful face. This is the power of having a beautiful face.

"Yomie, this is the question from your fans. You used to be a doctor, why did you choose the career of being an actress?" The reporter asked me and she pointed the microphone at me.

I smiled. "Why would I hide my beautiful face inside the hospital, if I can show it to the whole world?"

Because of my answer they all shouted, this is the power of being beautiful, even if you brag, they won’t call you arrogant.

But the good things that have happened in my life have changed. When suddenly a man entered my house and he insisted that he's my husband.

"How dare you to say you don’t know me! I did everything for you!" He shouted as he pulled my hair.

"F-F*ck who the hell are you! Ahh it hurts! I don't know you! You're just hallucinating, I'm an actress and you're just an obsessive fan! Someone help me!!" I screamed.

"Shut up!"

My hearing echoed when he suddenly hit my face on the mirror and he hit my face with a gun. And he pulled my hair and he touched my cheek to look at myself in the mirror.

"This face of yours is the reason why I am broken. You ruined my life! You think you're beautiful, you can do everything?!"

When I looked at my reflection in the mirror my whole body almost stiffened in anger. My beautiful face is broken!

"My face!" I cried hysterically as I touched my face.

"I will destroy your fac—"

I didn’t let him finish speaking, I hit his head with a vase causing him to fall and his gun.

"You ruined my face!" I screamed angrily and took his gun.

"You put a scar on my face so I will kill you!" I shouted angrily and repeatedly fired the gun at his head until the bullet ran out.

Blood filled the floor and my hand filled with a drop of his blood. His face was almost indistinguishable. But I don’t care about his ugly face.

I quickly looked at my face in the mirror and trembling I touched the wounds on my face. I screamed in anger and I sobbed.

"My beautiful face!" I screamed.

I looked at the police who asked me why I ended up in jail.

"He ruined my face," I chuckled and I pointed to the little scar that was on my forehead.

"Is your face more important than your husband life?"

I looked at myself in the small mirror I was carrying.

"I won't be here in jail for long. People made a petition to release me. People will forgive me, because I am beautiful," I uttered.

"Miss Yomie has a visitor," His companion said.

He sighed before leaving. As I looked at my face in the mirror, I heard the sound of heels approaching me.

I lifted my eyes and a beautiful woman was exposed to me. She smiled at me and then sat down.

"You still have a beautiful face."

My eyes widened as I looked at her. I shuddered, she was the surgeon who performed the plastic surgery on me.

Suddenly her cellphone rang and she immediately answered it.

"Yes, this is Cherry Pasucan. Sure, let's just meet at Wariel's Coffee Shop."

She turned off her cellphone and she looked at me.

"Sorry I won't be long. Sorry if I made my face into your face and thank you so much for rescuing me from the hands of my abusive husband."

Before she left she touched my face and she kissed me on the forehead.

"That face used to be precious to me. Take care of that face, Yomie Kang."

When she left, my tears flowed and I laughed out loud.

I REMEMBER...

I'M NOT YOMIE KANG, I'M CHERRY PASUCAN.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are with the product of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.