Maybe I should start seeing myself as someone special.
Since I’m too caught up in impressing people anyway, why not impress myself?
Maybe I should start being a bitch and not care about it.
And break the curse of a first born.
Maybe I should start seeing myself as someone special.
Since I’m too caught up in impressing people anyway, why not impress myself?
Maybe I should start being a bitch and not care about it.
And break the curse of a first born.
Stress level: over 9000.
After half a decade or so, I got fever again.
I rarely get fever.
Been going out a lot and thinking a lot these days.
Sorry, antibodies.
And thanks.
Words not to tell me when you’re inviting me to come over: unknown relatives from far away are here.
Money can’t buy hapiness they say but it can prevent sadness.
The worst though is getting sad and not even have money to sooth the ache.
You do nothing, they say something.
You do something they say something.
Why give effort to do something then when you receive the same reaction?
I wish I know how to ignore it, but my mind’s a sponge.
I only know how to cry it in silence.
Two thirty-year old friends secretly drinking vodka at home.
Yes, we exist.
There are people who sap your energy just by conversing with them.
Those who only think about what to say instead of really listening to what you say.
Those who agree to everything you say.
Toxic.
I wish I grew up to be the person who doesn’t give a shit, instead of the person who is used to solving any problems that come her way.
You’re in my thoughts everyday.
Starring in my imagination everyday.
If you realize how hardworking this brain is, you’ll know it rarely has a break.
But if it does, it’s my name in your deep voice on those thoughts.
Crazy.
This is the first time I’ve come close to someone’s death.
It has not sinked in to me yet that I won’t be able to see this person.
Or maybe it’s the peace you feel when you know your loved ones won’t need to suffer long?
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