just in case

when somebody asks your opinion, make sure to give them your best. because it means your opinion matters to them. 

thank God

there are times when you want to thank God because you have such good friends.
sometimes you wonder why did you feel so alone,
sometimes you wonder why did you have to feel like that,
sometimes you forget to ever had those thoughts,
when you're around them.
laughing.
talking.
listening.
mocking.
playing.
caring.

and sometimes you wonder
why did you never give a damn.

"Sometimes, when you're mad, you have the right to be mad. 

But you don't have the right to be cruel"

somewhere from tumblr

as much as I tried to write, my fingers were always back to the backspace button

I don't know how and why, since I had trouble too with conversations

I wanted to tell things, writing, talking, anything to get rid of these emotions

but no, it seems like I do not even have a good story to begin with

but mine is not good enough to be listened

I love to see people surrounded by their family
watch them smile as their parents wave a goodbye
listen to them talking about their lifetime
laugh at their fathers joke or ridiculous story
smile as they started to complain about mother
asking about how their brothers and sisters are
cause I'd like to tell one

in this dull afternoon

all I need is a little laughter
talk about things that doesn't matter
college, ghost, movies, history but not lover
i love how those things make me smile a little wider

i like to hear them talking
as for a little while I can escape from my life
i love their face of questioning
once i started to talk about something else

and I ended up got laughed at

stranger

I did not know what I was thinking
but strangers knew this feeling
I entrusted them with my secret and grievance
let them go and brought those emotions

should strangers come again
I will tell 'em about rain
how long the clouds hold back
and thunder follows the water attack

me trying to take my mood back for writing by whining about life

I figured it out just now that my life has been demanding too much. And I have been too naive to realized. I let my routine bitten me up, shut me down and drowned me out. I am no longer who I was back then, which I long too much now.
I am no longer capable for what I was. While something inside me keeps telling me that everybody else are moving so fast, I am here mourning about my incapacity for growing. Oh, and blaming my life. What a pity I am. Oh, yes, I am now good at mocking my self. And do nothing about it.

Yes.
I'm making my self more miserable.
Haha.

brace yourself, swift and kloss are coming

I JUST CANT. I CANT STAND THEIR CUTENESSES