Oversharing kills me but I met some cute weirdos who doesn’t make me feel bad about it.
My anxiousness has an expiry date. Until it returns with a new, refined one.
I’d be shrinking down and curling up in my bed all day log and yet be keeping hope near the pillow to win in life.
Nothing beats the sleep with a book hugging your chest. (Ofcourse after Ma’s lap)
Hobbies help you escape/overcome heartache.
Hurt can feel very personal sometimes. Big or small, doesn’t matter.
The softness of my voice can make someone’s day instead of screaming my pain out without realising what they are going through.
Capture/watch as much of Sunrises and Sunsets as possible. They cure you.
Family, friends, Bangtan truly have helped me get over toughest of times. I would work really hard to give it back to all of them.