I’ve always had separation anxiety when it comes to people. As I’m trying to analyze my attachment struggles, I’m learning so many things about myself these last few years. And so looking back at my elementary school diary makes me realize: I’ve always been like this. And that fact alone, gives me a little peace.… Continue reading Attached or Nah?
I think you can relate to pressing your ears against the cold squeaky door as a kid, wishing you could be a part of the “past-9pm” club. A downstairs unknown mystical place where adults would laugh the loudest, the most luxurious food would pop out, and TV colours would somehow shine the brightest resolution. I… Continue reading Why Did We Leave Our Childhood Innocence Behind?
And the saga continues….and finally ends, my barista journey finally ends…for now…(because who knows? Clearly not me…ever). I wrote a blog post about starting my first job at Starbucks last year. Click here to read it! Oh crap, it wasn’t last year, it was last last year. May 2016. It’s almost been two freaking years. I… Continue reading Why I Quit Starbucks…Again…
In days when you can’t handle things, find a way to do your most favourite favourite thing. Something small, something simple that makes your eyes flutter from excitement, and cheeks ache from smiling so hard. The past couple days have kind of felt grey for me. When I get really worked up and exhausted, the… Continue reading 5 Safe Havens in Days of Grey
A train comes your way. I wonder what goes through your mind in that moment. Is it every person you’ve ever loved? Almost loved? Wished to loved? Regretted to love? Is it everything just all at once, wondering what you could’ve done differently, internally screaming in pain at your choices, your shortened fate approaching? Does… Continue reading Date with Destiny
Sometimes, I hate the human mind. I hate the human mind and its ability to constantly live in the past. Reliving how different things were exactly a year ago, remembering how much happier you were or completely carefree. I hate how we don’t appreciate things when we have them. And then spend centuries regretting and… Continue reading Black Box
I think the hardest part about leaving something that is important to you, is the part where you can’t stop reliving it. Everything you do, the way you think, the way you go about in your day, a part of you is gone: missing. It’s hard when you leave a piece of your heart everywhere you go, in… Continue reading Already Gone