Hehe

We fall in love with foreign stuffs, but we love something familiar

Tears aren't necessary for you to cry.

And I remember when the weight of sadness became too much to bear, the living room transformed into a haven. Blankets became walls, furniture became fortresses, and within those makeshift tents or the cramped confines of a cabinet(my fav spot as my mom says), I could disappear, cocooned in a world of my own making, until the storm within subsided. I would pray for the rain to come to get drenched while I had an umbrella in my bag. I remember taking the longer route to school. Faking my sleep to be carried to bed,waving at aeroplanes and wonder if I will ever be the same after I turned 18

Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Trained to obey,conditioned to please.

I met a vegan today. And she almost made me believe cheese have feelings, almost.

There is this desire tobe cared for and understood but on the other hand I yearn to dissappear and tobe forgotten. Do that make sense?

Some ppl just bring vibes to the table. Some have the table. Some have the house where the table is. And there is me who doesn't use the table at all

Stop sending me letters they might get burned

I overthink, overlove, overfeel and overstress.