Everything in life is writable if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.
In the bleakest of moments,A ray of light appeared.- blinded, I walk toward it. I miss writing poetry.
I still keep reading the blog post. I don’t know why. Maybe I like crying. Maybe I miss crying so much I subject myself to pain so…… Read more “6: Right and wrong”
If this is what depression feels like, I should probably speed through. After all… the next stage means I’ll get over you.
I’ve thought about writing this post purely in English but the more that I thought I about it as the day progressed, I realized, it would be…… Read more “Simply Because…”
SOMEDAY: I will be content. Obviously not today: I will laugh at my pathetic self. SOMEDAY: I will stop filling the void with ideals of you. Obviously,…… Read more “4: Someday. Obviously, not today.”