June was quite a silent month for this blog. Even in real life, I was feeling recluse and I suppose it was only natural that even digitally, the words were elusive. So let me start with my June take-away, Lexa.
Changing seasons always get to me. When it starts to rain, it does pour. Continue reading
You paint such a miserable picture like you had no hand on it. When you say you’re so happy that I’m gone, I feel sorry that your happiness is defined by my essence, still.
On my way to work, while waiting for a bus, it hit me. No one adjusts to me. I felt like a doormat.
I think it’s human nature to worry that something good that’s happening will stop from happening. But have we ever readied ourselves to the situation where it doesn’t stop? How prepared can we be to constant happiness? Continue reading
Life always has room for firsts.
I feel a fresh kind of happiness. It feels so good.
Just when I thought I didn’t need closure, I found it in a place aptly named after freedom.
Yesterday I was talking about how people aren’t ready for anything (as much as we try to brace ourselves). And by people, I mean me.