I am, Different.

I didn’t know this when I was in primary school, all i know is I don’t fits into those normal Chinese girl group. My best friends are a Malay and an Indian girl that somewhat falls out of a group like I do. In some sense I didn’t feel any abnormal. Stronger ideas came when… Continue reading I am, Different.

The road of picking myself up

I am a human, like you do. I have things that I am terrified of, I have things that I feel insecure with. I am always breaking down crying when my panic or anxiety attacks comes. I always feel helpless when I am forced beyond my discomfort level can tank. I have never been in… Continue reading The road of picking myself up