oh june

It feels silly to write my thoughts now.

It feels unnatural to share and talk about my problems when just merely thinking about it makes me feel silly. It really shouldn't be a problem. The solution is simple yet I choose to make it complicated. 

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I hope to write again one of these days. Not about problems but about blessings and happiness.

Sometimes I try to write but nothing comes out.


Lots of exciting things to talk about but I'd rather literally write them down. Doodles with colourful pens, stickers and all. 


Did I mention I bought $50 worth of stickers? Erm.


Why must it be so easy to swipe that credit card? And why must there be so many cute things to buy? 


You would think at the age of 27 I would be more practical and not be swayed by cute things so easily but that is not the case. It was probably in my best interest that I stayed at the hotel for one day out of fatigue. Yes, fatigue. But now, thinking about it, I could have explored more that day. Sigh.

thoughts

i like talking to myself.

a conversation between my heart and head. which one should i follow? ideal or practical? yes or no?

the questions linger but the answers never come.

i'll just let things unfold, i convince myself.

is it me or is it you?

i figured one of these days, what's meant to be will happen.

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me: what would you do if i become a zombie?
him: i don't know. i'll be a zombie too so we'll be together.

me: what would you do if i'm a vampire?
him: i'll let you bite me.

me: what would you do if i become a bunny? will you keep me?
him: they poo everywhere and they're tiny poo. i don't want to keep one.

(true story)

:S