i guess everyone makes mistakes,even you. and you know what,ive forgiven you. its just,give me time to be myself back around you okay? because as much as i forgive you,i cant help remembering what you said. ALL th words you said. it hurts,you know. as much as i pretended that it didnt. i mean,you just made me second guess myself everytime im with you. i dont know anymore if i should text you,cos i dont wanna disturb you,i dont want you to suffocate. i dont know what else to say to you,because im afraid that you’ll secretly not like what […]
sometimes i wish that i dont have to go home. i dont wanna be at home,i hate home. i feel unwelcome everytime i reach home. its like they would rather i not come home. can i not go home? nobody would miss me,trust me. sometimes i wish i can just stay over somewhere,anywhere but home. its not even home to me anymore,its just a house. i hate this,i hate myself at times. why must i be so fucked up that even my own mother doesnt like me eh? can i really really not go home? everyday i dread coming home. […]
when i grow up,I’ll always keep reminding my children that they are pretty,because sometimes that small sentence is what she needs to get through th day.
“You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has […]