\nProject Semicolon<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n And then it became trending in the Philippines with rumors that Nadine Lustre’s brother committed suicide by gunshot.<\/p>\n NEXT PAGE: Nadine Lustre discovered a blogpost of his brother Isaiah Lustre<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n[next]<\/p>\n <\/div>\n Nadine Lustre finds this blog of his brother that hints his depression lately. She was also surprised by how talented of his brother’s writing. Also in this blogpost, Isaiah hints confirmation of suicide by gunshot.[post_ads]<\/p>\n Isaiah Lustre’s last words from his blog:<\/span><\/h3>\nThe mist of my own pretentious deeds<\/b><\/span><\/p>\nI venture forth not knowing what may come<\/p><\/blockquote>\n I\u2019ve tried to be the best version of myself for people around me, tried to please them and tried to impress, ive become someone so focused on a person of interest and made him my world, committed to someone that did not ask anything from me from the beginning.<\/b> As I sit on the bathroom floor, tears run down as I go back to the previous years, as I think of the years to come, ive been stranded, found, and stranded all over again, ive fought my way through, ive fallen and stumbled, ive scraped bear skin, ive let blood run, ive pointed fingers and blame, ive succeeded and triumphed, ive failed miserably and drowned in self inflicted demise, this world of mine, wounded by what I thought was the core of it all, turns out to be destined for not much but misery and despair, that is, if i let it. Memories cloud judgement, thoughts swarm vision, I keep staring at what I think what may come, I ignore what really is there to come, and it has crushed me over and over again, yet I continue to look away and walk backwards to my own self ruin. To love is to feel pain, to feel pain is to be human, only the insane equate pain and suffering with success, but insanity was never an enemy of mine, Ive stabbed my own heart in hopes for a saviour, he came, but when his job was done, he left, and im back in the mist of my false hopes, dreams and fantasies, I pretend, I act, I lie, I wound, like a caged animal. What may seem deep, is actually shallow, eyes lie, so do the mouth and body, to trust is to gamble, to love is to go all in, however, we can choose to believe lies, if we think its right. What we fear, is what we conjured, same goes for what we fantasize, fear and fantasy come together as two hearts join, to maintain this dance of hearts, requires blood, but more importantly, requires connection. To connect with a person, is different from just simply understanding them, to connect is to share thoughts and ideas ultimately pain and fears. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb A relationship forged by choice is stronger than a relationship bonded by blood. I got myself in this, I will get myself out, may it be by pulling a trigger or finding light in this mist.<\/span>–<\/span> Isaiah Lustre<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n <\/div>\n Isaiah Lustre also wrote this article about “POST DEATH,” that says he even tried to commit suicide before he has successfully did.<\/div>\n Post Death<\/span> The painful reality<\/span><\/p>\nIve tried to kill myself, once, with a shard of glass in hand I tried to cut deep on my arms but to no avail, now that I look back to it now, what difference would it make? Absolutely nothing. When you die in this world people may hold a funeral for you, maybe a few people will cry, and leave some sad for days, weeks, months, years, then what? They all move on with their lives, why? Because there is no use in being sad, there is no use crying for something that is already gone, because it wont change a god damn thing. People have bigger problems than me, some have none to eat, some have no roof to sleep under, some might be lying on their deathbed as we speak, I wish I could make a difference for those people, I wish when I die, I could somehow magically fix their problems, and maybe some of mine as well, but life doesnt work that way. That being said, I wonder if I matter to anyone in this world, if I die what would happen to people around me, If I do, I wouldnt want anyone to cry, I wouldnt want anyone to be sad, because I dont deserve it. I dont need help, I dont need intervention, I dont need to talk about it, I need someone to show me what life is all about, I want someone to remind me why I should keep on going. – Isaiah Lustre<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Nadine Lustre<\/b> admits she’s facing depression<\/b> by the incident \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n NEXT PAGE: Department of Health (DOH) on DEPRESSION<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n[next]<\/p>\n In the recent incidents and issue of DEPRESSION concerning Joey De Leon, Nadine Lustre and Isaiah Lustre, all we can get is lesson and maybe what we need is more knwoledge about DEPRESSION and maybe Joey De Leon is correct that if his joke could be a start of relevance in this issue then let it be and it must be:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
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