i’m so scared of this new chapter.

the end of war and we both win.

i thought i had mastered the art of detachment… but apparently i’m still learning.

i wish i could find the words for all the ways i miss you.

i don’t think there’s anything left here for me, so maybe it’s time to go.

i’m in the part where it feels empty before it feels full again.

even if i could have anything i want in this world, i’d still just want you.

grieving the life i thought i would have by now

changed the font interface of this blog. it is cuter, is it not?

i just updated the about page, give it a read ♡

i updated my about page. give it a read :p

i finished pretty little liars book 1 and 2 in a blink of an eye but book 3 took me more than 2 weeks and i’m not even halfway yet🫩

why is applying for jobs so hard like i’m literally trying to sell myself

should i be writer?

going through something i can’t talk about

drafting a new entry, i've been busy with raya festivities

the struggle between wanting to document and post my whole life vs wanting to just delete everything and live a lowkey anonymous life

i have so many new ideas for my future blog entries!

deactivating is not working. i need to move out of the country

somewhere between my biggest crash out and my most peaceful era