Life as an adult is never easy. Not now, not tomorrow, not 20years from now. It is never going to get any simpler, best we can do is just to think simple. Right? no?
Rejections, failures, and desperation. Who have ever guessed how and when one’s succeed and one’s not?
first of all let me say HI!
been like forevaaaaaaaaaaaah…haha! oh how i miss being all bitter, mellow, and shyt. i miss rambling about nothing, so then i am back!
xoxo
My cat for 7 years is not coming back home…
Might sounds exaggerated, but I feel terribly sad it breaks my heart…
You probably will understand how I feel right now, if only you have a long time pet..you raised them from a baby to an adult..then they went away or dead…
I’m not gonna lie, this sucks big time..
I can’t imagine he’s not eating right and for not sleeping on a bed..
Please Momon, i misses you so bad..come home please.. please..
.arl.
Birthday is when a 5 Y.O turned to 6.
To finally reaching out a quarter, that is not birthday, that is actually a point of return. Take a seat, look way behind and what’s in front..have you done enough? for your family, friend, and country?but the most important is, for you! Have you done it?
Tiny bit of our self want to just pretend there’s no birthday..I know I am..
This year I can’t say “it is the worst year”, but it is also definitely not my best either. Not that I don’t thank God for (still) giving me the chance to keep breathing, oh I’m grateful for that. I prefer to keep it hush hush.
I just think this isn’t a right time for me to go and celebrate, because I don’t have anything to celebrate other than getting old.
Right now I have mixed feelings. I have no idea how am I suppose to react and response…
Sad, lonely, lost, grateful, frightened, just pretty much everything..
If a psychic painter (the one who can “see” people’s aura and character) painted me..she/he will probably painted me as a tumbleweed in a dessert.. Dry, tangled, sweeps around with no directions..ya..that’s me..
a quarter to none.
a thousand reason going on small.
that is what i thought i was doing, until reality hit me back to the bottom of my ground.
i didn’t dwell, i didn’t mad nor sad.
i won’t say i’m gleed either.
i’m in awe.
the bitter melodies got the urge to burst out of my soul.
yet the logical fortress won for obvious reason.
“what’s meant to be, are meant to be”
mind is swirling.
the burden is not for seeing reality.
it’s for battling the pity.
pity me not, i’m fine as i am.
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