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Welcome to my journal, filled with obnoxious opinions. The title says it all. I post things that may or may not be relevant to my life. This public journal was created for the sake of myself and for my personal uses. It's where I put my thoughts down into words. It's where I learn, understand, and discover myself.

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Monday, April 29, 2013 @ 11:04 PM

Mind's intoxicated with sadness and thoughts that will eventually lead me to my own grave
Others act like they can relate to what I'm feeling or won't listen to my cries as an attempt to seek help
Will they listen once I've hit the lowest of lows, when it's too late?
All I seek is a hand warm enough to mend my countless scars and frozen heart

@ 10:45 PM

Talking to you makes me feel shittier because instead of being able to ignore the fact that you don't care about me, I have to face it and you all day.

Saturday, April 27, 2013 @ 11:54 PM

I crave your presence and your attention. I hope your stay isn't ephemeral.

@ 2:09 AM

Monday, April 22, 2013 @ 4:41 PM

I remember having this really close best friend during this one summer that feels almost an eternity ago, and the closeness probably wasn't mutual but I considered him pretty damn important at that point in time, and probably still would if he could just stop going MIA.

Hi Jason Vo.

This might seem creepy as shit but I noticed you checked my blog (which you haven't in months, thanks), can you please come back I MISS YOU oh my god

Wednesday, April 17, 2013 @ 9:51 PM

“I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.”

—	Audrey Hepburn

Reflection
Tuesday, April 2, 2013 @ 11:11 PM

I fall in love with people and things that radiate a soft kind of sadness. The type of sadness that makes your heart ache but kindles a peculiar form of comfort, like a sense of familiarity or deja vu. It's addicting, really. To not surround yourself with grey tones and to bring color into your life feels too different; you find out that you're actually fond of dull colors. It suits you better. A wide range of colors feel almost foreign and you shy away from it. You avoid it. And one day when you look back, you notice that you've built a home within the sadness you once sought to run away from.

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