I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. 
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. 
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind FREE.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their bestfriend, I realise that eventhough I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is lovely, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

F A M I L Y♡

FAMILY IS ALWAYS FIRST PRIORITY.
And... sometimes, I tend to forget that. Sometimes, I’m just busily living my social life and putting family second not realising that without family, I’m nothing.
People who take their family for granted and prefer to just worry about friends and their social life. But believe me, family should be your first priority. Because honestly, you can live without friends. You can live without the popularity. But you can not live without the people who put you into this world and who will always love you unconditionally. 

Have you ever met someone?

Have you ever met someone who just puts you in the greatest mood? The person who takes all your worries away and just makes you feel like you’re actually alive? Sounds pretty cliche but you should keep them in your life because they are the type of people you need. They are the keepers.

Time heals all wounds, its true.. or maybe I have just learned to live with or ignore the burning pain it yields. Mind over matter? 

All these people think they know me from what they hear. I hear what you people hear. I sit there and laugh. I could hardly care what goes around, but if you let other people’s judgement cloud over your first impression that has not even occurred and this stops you from getting to know me. Then let it be so. 

I temporarily fall in love with like any guy that's nice to me like the checkout guy at Target told me to “stay dry” this morning because it was raining and I thought about him for like 2 hours after that.

White guys are slick.

So I was at work today and a group of six came in, 4 white guys and 2 white girls. They left after they were done eating. An hour later, one white guy came back and told me his watch was missing. We went to the table he sat in and looked around. We couldn’t find it so I asked for his number just in case we do find it. I wrote down his number and then he goes “I’m gonna be honest with you. I didn’t lose a watch. I didn’t want to say this in front of my friends but you’re really pretty. I just wanted an excuse to come by and ask for your number, but now you have mine so feel free to text me sometime.” 

GOLDEN RULES.

Just a few of the simple things I try to live by each and every day;

Live everyday like it is you last. Do everything that you have wanted to do, say everything that you wanted to say because there is no time for you to be worrying about what could have, should have but didn’t. I say go wild, go crazy but regret nothing. Whatever happened, happened, there is no way you are able to change the past so why worry about it? Is it because people are going to talk? Life is too short to live by what other people have to say about you. At the end of the day who is going to be left by your side? Just you. The people who talk, do they matter to you? No? So why should what they say matter either.

You are who you are because of the past, the better of it and the worst. The past is what makes up you, without it you would not be in the very position you are in today therefore everything happens for a reason. I believe life has this great plan for us, in a funny sort of way. Sure you`ll go past plenty of obstacles, but eventually you will finish the race and get to where you wanted to be. You will only fail if you don’t try. If you give it your best to achieve what you set out to achieve and not exactly reach it. It’s okay, as long as you know that you didn’t give only half of what you got and then failed.

This list could possibly go on and on about how I hold myself up day and day by but I think I will end it here with a simple there is always a rainbow after the rain. 

It was magical while it lasted and I’ll never forget it but..
I’m not dwelling on it anymore. This is it. I have to put a stop to this. I have to stop thinking about you. It’s draining me and I am getting reminded all the time of how immature I was to think that escaping is the solution. I’m moving on to the next chapter.

I admit it, I’m attached to you. Guilty as charged.

Even if we can’t be together in the end, I’m glad you were apart of my life.
How did I let myself get so attached?