New year, same shitty ass.

All across my personal social media, there’s this tag that irks me the most: new year new me.  I don’t anti that but seriously, no one really changed much by the end of the year, except getting fatter and more irritating. *rolls eyes* Well, it was a year I never thought things will get so… Continue reading New year, same shitty ass.

Last days of 2017.

Well, everything comes and goes with a blink of eye. This year is a shitty yet not so shitty year to me. Despite my relapse wasn’t that often that often this year, which I’m totally grateful for, but there are so much more I came across that shook me off at a snap. Although I… Continue reading Last days of 2017.

Fairy tales, what is that?

Like every kid, I grow up reading those tales where it has a extraordinary outcome of the poor, abused ladies living happily ever after with a prince or simply someone who is rich as fuck. But all this are never a reality even in the olden days so why would one should believe in this?… Continue reading Fairy tales, what is that?

The aftermath 

Yes I have a “mini” breakdown without anyone knowing. Yes, here comes the Miss. Aftermath of me being sick for next few days.  It set me thinking again.  Am I going to be this sickly all my life? How much more battles am I going to fight just to be fully “recover” from this irritating… Continue reading The aftermath 

Old school diary. 

I often kept a book with me all the time. It has been a habit of writing my thoughts on a diary. Although I didn’t write all the time but it just feels good to actually writes on paper instead of staring at the screen all of the time, it some times gave me idea… Continue reading Old school diary.