I’m sad about the people I’ve lost in my life.
No, they aren’t dead, they’re just gone. At least once a day, I think about them – the huge role they played in my life, the way in which they shaped me as a person, the memories. And when something happens that instantly makes me think of them, I do wish I could talk to them again.
Continue reading “Just A Little Bit Broken”
Life is an unpredictable mistress full of lessons that sometimes, you wish you didn’t have to learn. And often, you’ll reach a conclusion that people are complete jerks.
Continue reading “Karma’s HeadQuarters”
If you think about death…I mean, really think about it, you realise that you are, more likely than not, going to reach a point in your life where you are going to suffer. Most likely, it’ll be a physical pain that you’ve never experienced before, and you’re going to struggle. It’s going to hurt. And that pain could go on for hours and hours, or days. You don’t know the fate that life has in store for you. Does that scare you?
Continue reading “Eternity Scares Me More”
I should have known when you persisted to call me by my childhood name that this was not going to go anywhere profound. I’m not that person anymore (or at least I’d like to think so). Something keeps pulling me back though. It was as if you know that I would be taken back to that negative train of thought and hatred for myself.
Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any better. When I thought I had figured out the secret to living a happy life – everything came crashing down. I am back to the place where I know that life isn’t about being happy, it’s about continuously searching for more.
Continue reading “One Letter Makes All The Difference”
To my body, I am sorry. I fucked up. I worked hard at respecting you and my mind. I fucked up.
Continue reading “I’m Sorry”
in the midst of gifts i don’t say thank you
there is always something to be angry about
one thing that makes me more and more bitter
Continue reading “What I Want”
I wasn’t noticed very often. Not by boys, not by men and not by male family members. I was never the hot one or the confident one or the sexy one but rather the friend of the girl who always had a boyfriend. Year after year, boys and men came into my life via her and I always wished it were me. Why wasn’t there any one coming to watch me dance?
Continue reading “Tackle the Mountain”