i have been thinking for awhile to post this or not, it might as well shocked you? i have no idea.
I’m talking about the band i was working with back then, this is hilarious.
and here’s for your viewing pleasure. all by moi
So, since i’m not good with those kind of chit-chat, people do need somekind of certain media to share. well okay, off guard, i need that. instead of trying hard keeping the shape of personalization which we thinks, sorry, which I think personally outstanding i’m going to write again.
let’s say i have this psychopathology called ‘flight of ideas’ so you’ll get what i mean throughout.
I’m letting go the burden of ‘about to write an awesome piece’
my tumblr bio is unbelievable, really..what was i thinking.
The latest piece i’m listening is tame’s lonerism. but mainly Foos and Fiona on devastating rotation.
finally get my degree, but still a century until i get a MD in my last name.
i still ran out with someone’s bf.
i have this new strange thirst of shopping online.
missing dressing recklessly, i’m a full time preppy kid now.
my cooking skill still….in pasta region.
you can say that i’m quite fulfilled enough to eat recklessly and forgetting about how good it’s to be healthy.
I can’t believe we can be happy for unexpected things!
i do still pretty convinced that i’ll write a good book sometime..but havent finish every writings ive made in my life, all those beloved words scattered all over the place.
My book could be contain letters for peoples, i still love writing letters and put em in the draft.
maybe i’ll be a dermatologist or ophthalmologist in the future.
I wish i could be that pious, or not at all instead being such a ‘grey’ person.
finally stop using a ridiculous reason about a guy i knew back then as the cause of my openness toward everything..it’s the part of the transformation, if i may to recall, i’m not that introvert back then for holden sake.
currently learning a lot of good stuff from a really really bad source.
finally i had my first…
i love my mini cooper with all of my soul
my brain hasn’t stop but my uncontrollable sleepiness demand it’s right
“A desire not to acknowledge depression in ourselves or those close to us, better known these days as denial, is such a strong urge that plenty of people prefer to think that until you are actually flying out of a window, you don’t have a problem”
Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel