Em

this place is built from the collection of my sadness. triste means sad in french i think.

i always detested this time of the year. seven years ago, i was crushed. my world as i knew it fell apart, i was lost, desperate and broken. i gave myself an abiturary number and told myself it will be better in seven's year time and here we are. so much has changed but so much still stays the same. am i happy? i could be happier. am i healed? likely, so much time has past, i forgot how the pain felt like. seeing the people around me grow and change and looking inwards, i feel like i am stuck. why? where do i have to do better?

it’s been a while since i had such a feeling, that puppy love, lovestuck feeling. Thanks s, look forward to more of you i hope :x

Only you have the strength to push through. Back to those days when deep thoughts fill your mind and you are feeling pretty shit.