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.

The distortion 

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¬†

Farewell, Chester.

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.

Grief.

I was often being added to various whatsapp groups via my one of my two besties I ever had in life. I never knew where she ever find this many groups to join and it was often bitchy. I often make it a fun way to make sarcastic remarks that will be offensive for people… Continue reading Grief.