hey, hya!

sometimes i wonder what it would feel like to break down and cry but with someone's arms keeping you all together. for now, i guess my pillow with have to carry the burden.

if you want to live, sometimes you have to kill yourself trying..

this injustice with Awra had me so fucking mad that i had to leave the room to breathe because I would've strangled anyone within reach

sometimes we make stupid but happy decisions, and that's okay

people often talk about how it's lucky and a priviledge to be working abroad and earning so much but no one really says anything about how hard it can be to struggle and be unhappy and alone and make it seem easy

why am i crying a lot often now?

i was happier back home. i was struggling to live up to my family's expectations, and i was constantly pushing myself to give back to my family, but now that i have those means i realized that being away from the people i was trying so hard to give back to actually cost me my happiness. right now, i don't even see the point in what i'm doing.

what ever happened to my old Tumblr flings?

i cried today. for the first time since leaving home, i truly felt alone..

at this point, i just feel like i need someone to tell me what to do with my life because, honestly, i am lost..

life should come with an operating manual

what the fuck am i supposed to be doing at this age? someone tell me because i don't have a fucking clue..