i miss the sunlight coming in through windows with no curtains the mattress against cold floor & the piles of books & vases & old cassette tapes in any corner of the room i miss it when it was still raw – 16 aug ’17, wednesday
week: 26/52 year: 17
another compilation of thoughts of how much of an emotional wreck i am i i am so fucking upset i want to break something i feel like breaking my bones i feel like ripping my skin off i feel like i want to hit myself unconscious ii he compares me to a mistake he sees […]
it’s about… levi
so, there’s this boy I like—seriously at the last year of my high school year. I had to amble just for him to notice me. oh damn. could you ever blame me? the last time I had a crush was back in elementary. it’s just… I don’t know. I should be doing school related work but […]
LOVE IS LOVE
The reflection in the mirror is not me For it is just a reflection, it does not show who I am Who am I meant to be? How do I know who I am? Is the bruises and pain worth it? Broken bones and skin and get beat Or words than pull you down Broken […]
parallel—
I’m not accounted to the population of wondering if his lips are tender & sweet as marshmallow when in truth all I could think about is how blue his eyes were. like, really, how? are they blue like on a sunny day? a little bit dark at dusk? or like the ocean? I mean, who am […]
from the past 3 years
woah. it felt like a damn long time ago. like, once upon a time I met a guy online. soon I figured out it is pathetic but still a journey to learn form. had series of heartache I admittedly coined, and then an aftermath of looking too much for oppression. then that day came, I realized I am all I have.
not “a happily ever after” but “i live continuously.”
week: 22/52 year: 17
one night i came home from province and went freakishly bi polar the second i finished half my pizza. so here it is, a compilation from that sunday night. i i don’t know i want to cry but then it gets tiring i stopped for a moment then it gets sad and then so i […]
[intentionally untitled]
There will be days that you will feel more on surviving than living. Sorry to say but I am not one of those posts where it’ll encourage you to actually live when I, myself, currently stuck on that phase. I don’t want to spread pessimism as I usually am, but, you’re with me. We’ll get […]
right side up to frown
Have you ever felt that sting whenever you passed by a place and thought of someone in a swift? More than the figure of fingers I have, including my toes. I can’t remember in detail but I do remember the impact of the same appetency. The same enthusiasm I had, then, followed by an unfortunate aftermath. I endlessly believe […]
i feel sorry for myself, too: a confession
Out of thousands of word in English language, farce would be the perfect word that best represents my life. Me, perhaps. Ha. I tend to overreact and make (I was telling a truth that end up being) harsh jokes unwittingly (and half meant them) because I was trying to run away from sadness. But it’s a […]
DRAFT BOULEVARD 