And I sit her, and I wonder why do I bother living at all. There my friend lay with her eyes closed and I feel surreal. As if at any moment she might open her eyes and roll them at me like she always does but she doesn't. And so I walk away from the… Continue reading Bipolar


You write such pretty words, but life’s no storybook.

Words can't describe how much I miss you Jaslyn. I miss you lots. But I'm doing a lot better, if you were interested to know. Life's not awesome-o but it's great. I'm contented right now. I just got back from Bangkok, got tons of shoes. Would have love to show 'em to you. Sometimes, I… Continue reading You write such pretty words, but life’s no storybook.