I know it has been many days I have not touch this little space. But something that I never thought of, some one who would really reads it anyway. I often would give up, “give up” on something that I wasn’t given attention to or not going to give attention at all. And yes, I… Continue reading Not updating? Nah.
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.
Yup, TALKING ABOUT DISCOMFORT over my life since yesterday, I am going to talk about another topic that makes me feels eerie minie of myself. It is a part I hardly open up to anyone, even my own parents, and hardly wanted to dig it up to make myself looks “bad” to anyone. I, always felt… Continue reading The distortion
There was this one time where I’m holding a pen knife against my wrist, almost cutting it off at some random place while listening to radio so I won’t die lonely in a sense. And this song came up out of the sudden: “The cycle repeatedAs explosions broke in the skyAll that I neededWas the… Continue reading Farewell, Chester.
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 last thing I had in my mind when I was a kid is never being in this state. It has been something that I once hold grudge to. I was never happy in a household where I never remember my father for all my childhood before I had memories. I never wanted to be… Continue reading The troubled past
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