I want a better end, who else doesn’t? Or if not better, maybe the best. But how could you possibly end something incredible without pain? How could we forget so we don’t have to feel? How could we turn back time and pull our destiny apart? How could we… not love? It’s difficult, I know, I feel.. 

I live according to what I have around, but this time it should be different. I’ll live by passion.

When teachers are teaching new stuff & they’re like “You should know this, you learned it 2 years ago!”

sodamnrelatable:

We don’t even remember shit that happened last week.

A Happy Ending

Aloha tumblr! An excellent day still going on, stressed, yeah! depressed, yeah! but extremely elated! From the wonderful trip going home up to the time I’m going to bed, everything’s perfect. Don’t mention how I woke up, I was forced and that’s not a good way to start up things but life went perfect after that. I was still able to get a satisfying sleep when I got home so it’s genuinely nothing. Now, I wanna dance, dance, and dance, though when I’m dancing it appears like I’m just jumping while doing random hand gestures (I’m not good. I know.) but it’s relieving. When you do this, after few minutes you’ll get tired so your last jump would probably fall on bed, then you’ll just lie down there, smiling like a fool. This is just a very small piece of my craziness. I know ‘cause about 50% of them was done unconsciously… really impossible to remember.

First Happy Blog

It’ll be really bad if I’m going to remember tumblr only if I’m in a bad mood so….. Here goes my very first Happy blog!!! Can’t express it too well, my keyboard sucks.

Woke up in an afflicted atmosphere this morning, t’was gloomy all around everywhere because of the rain I suppose. Seems like everything goes in abjection with me, regretting yesterday and hoping the best for tomorrow. The next time the green round circle appears, it’ll sure be different, I don’t care how awful it’ll be for me to spend my last 2 but if it is what makes you happy, then it’s okay for me to live in agony.

Just another lamenting morning after months of happiness.

My Perfect Misery

Yesterday, Feb 21, I gave my best shot to the best box in the world, unprepared but I did it just the way it has to be done. I’ve waited for hours, slept for a while, freaked out in a few minutes until I got a number in the parenthesis.. but at first view, I felt, I knew, the thing I got in return isn’t what I expected it to be. What’s worse is that, I’m right. I even tried to act but the tears won’t stop, they kept on pouring like I drank gallons that day. I can’t say anything more, it breaks me…. the memory of it, the person behind, EVERYTHING! Well, after all, this is just the motivation I needed to affirm the fact that we’re gonna cut out in days.