No-one ever prepares you for it. No-one ever teaches you about it. No-one ever tells you how soul-sucking it is. And I think if anyone ever did, it would completely be useless. Because a human’s curiosity for even the slightest possibility of love ignores anything that comes close to reason. And when you do get… Continue reading Letting Go & Forgetting Your Past
Isn’t isn’t isn’t. Seeing Taylor in concert on August 4th 2018, was a little bit of an ‘out-of-body’ experience. It’s really weird to explain the feeling, of seeing an artist who you remember since elementary school, seeing them in the same room as you, breathing the same air. I promise I’m normal (well, debatable), I… Continue reading ’cause i know that it’s delicate
I really don’t understand boys of this generation (and I’m pretty sure they don’t either). I mean, the ‘boys are from mars and girls are from venus’ phenomenon has always been the case, I get it. But for some reason, our generation has it the worst off. Now I haven’t travelled in different time periods… Continue reading Heartbreaks & F***boys
So life in the movies always seems so blissful. Even the montages of people working hard, clips of 1am desperation and bursts of passion. In real life, it all just sucks. I’ve always wanted to write a book. There I said it. It seems daunting, or perhaps it seems like the easiest thing in the… Continue reading Beating Words & Aching Dreams
So my car was rear-ended yesterday. Yeah, that happened. It’s never happened to me before when I was the one driving, and I was so full of shock that I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. My brain couldn’t understand if it was me who hit the car in front of me, or if it… Continue reading Car Marks & Heart Scars
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?