Melt with you. (Taken with instagram)
I close my eyes and
I force myself to recall the happiest memory
I have with them.
And I always say…
“You had been made out of love,
its just that it didn’t work out after that.”
Never thought I’d find someone like you.
Kaniwa o Kanon? Finally. :) (Taken with instagram)
imma fan of Zack and Aerith. <3
(Source: agito-blade, via finalfantasyviiforever)
Why is the sky so orangey right now? (Taken with instagram)
Love. (Taken with instagram)
Where do I go from here? (Taken with instagram)
I finally got the chance to read my posts from last year and I realized that it was indeed one of the saddest years of my life so far. Upon reaching my last post, I found myself crying and thanking God that I surpassed all those. From broken families, broken friendships and trust, broken hearts and souls to a whole stronger and happier me.
Tumblr served as my outlet for all the pain. 585 posts of love and laughter, of misery and pain, of tears and fears, of joys and everyday. It had been the witness to my stories, heartaches and smiles. It was the compilation of memories for the past year.
Thank you Tumblr. You’ve been a great help.
Weekend Madness
Lets.
There are three things that I am afraid of to happen in my life. Things which I know will always be inevitable no matter what. Unfortunately, two of these happen today. Luckily, its not what I am most afraid of — death.
I hate unfavorable changes. I am not adoptive to it. It is not in my system to move from one place to another, to meet various people at a short period of time, to befriend them right away or just feel uncomfortable, to not be with the comrades I always have beside me. I just feel so lost outside my comfort zone. I just cant handle it on my own even if I try.
Feeling alone. I am claustrophobic. It is never possible for me to stay in a small dark area alone because when I do, my mind gets paranoid. I imagine eyes looking at me, hear evil laughs behind my back, yells of which I don’t understand. I am just so scared and that is how my heart feels whenever everybody else talks and laughs while I am just sitting there alone without any knowledge of what is going on. My mind tells me “poor little kiddo,she is so alone. nobody wants her.”
I’m thinking that maybe, that is the reason why I always prefer being a doormat at the corner of the room, the nonexistent girl of the class, the unknown persona of the world. Maybe I am afraid of those pairs of eyes and ears and mouths which I think would say the same thing as my crazy mind would tell me.
I don’t know what I am really afraid of.
But with all tears and fears, can I ask…
PAANO NA BUKAS?
‘Cause you’re hot and you’re cold
You’re yes and you’re no
You’re in and you’re out
You’re up and you’re down
You’re wrong when it’s right
You’re black and it’s white
We fight, we break up
We hug, we make up
You, you don’t really wanna stay, no
But you, you don’t really wanna go, oh.
Shoebox of Photographs