Hey guys. I know it’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to write a sequel to my previous post but as you can see, I didn’t get around to it. I got such overwhelming positive feedback from you guys, it felt like anything after that wouldn’t be good enough. I just stopped trying at some point. But I promise, even if it kills me, I … Continue reading 2017
When I was about nineteen years old I had a crush on this plain, tall and seemingly arrogant boy I knew from back in high school. Actually, knew of is a more accurate way to put it. I saw him about five times when I was in form three (sixteen years old) because my school had this program we called Socials where students, who were … Continue reading I’m not quite sure.
Do you ever wake up mad at the sun? How it rises day after day? How it abides by this routine, never caring to honour the terrible nights we sometimes have? Nights full clear darkness and loud silences packed in the cracks of our heartbreaks. But more than that, how can a creation be so stoic? You would think having a ball full of confused … Continue reading Writer’s Block
So I have a resting bitch face. This means I almost always seem angry. It makes it very difficult to approach me. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I enjoy that. It gives me the space and freedom to be in my head, and not be aware of my surroundings. So the very few times I notice a guy working up the … Continue reading Why thank you. I am indeed angry.
Can I just say, I did not look forward to turning twenty. I mean, as long as I had “teen” in my age’s spelling, I had the right to feel like someone’s baby. which I guess was somewhat comforting because I have never really felt like anyone’s baby. The thought of turning twenty gave me anxiety, butterflies in my stomach, not the beautiful kind. I … Continue reading Being Twenty
i am having a bad day. So I am just going to blog about it (well, not really.) I am just looking to distract myself. There is something immensely therapeutic about pouring out your heart to strangers, no? truth be told, I have no idea what this post is going to be about, so I am just going to keep typing; because that is going … Continue reading Obsessively Compulsively Distracting
they say the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else. that the only way to get over something is to get busy. distract yourself. well, this is my distraction. my escape. my attempt to flee reality. my source of happiness, temporary as it may be. this is me clutching onto the last straws of what was my determination a feeling … Continue reading on escapes and safehouses
just this morning, i was talking to my friend and she was telling me the way “finding yourself” is the most cliche activity known to mankind. and i was like,”you should though.” i know people who think that this is a rich-people thing. i honestly don’t know how i feel about that but this much i know, losing yourself is not a rich-people thing. take … Continue reading finding yourself..
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