Why do I always let you make me feel this way? Sigh. I shouldn’t right. My mind is my own.
I’ve always been bad luck anyway. Ever since secondary school days. Always bringing about misfortune. And I guess I should get used to this too huh.
Never meant to be.
all sweaters should be like $2
you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers
I feel as though I’m living in a phase of my life that was supposed to be something but it turned out to be something of a no man’s land of opportunities, experiences, excitement. I live the same week over and over again and wait for the weekend. I want to be able to find something I can pour my heart and soul into every day and love. Something meaningful, exciting, I don’t know where I am. I’m stuck in a liminal space.