Sometimes I don’t know what to think or do because I’m just so lost inside. Whenever you think your life is perfect there’s always going to be a obstacle in the way. Maybe it just a way to tell you that life is never perfect, all you can to do is learn to how to move on.

Start with yourself.

You have to be mentally, emotionally, and physically ready for a relationship before you can jump right in. Learn to be patient; don’t rush into something you’re not ready for. Adopt the right state of mind. Tell yourself “I need to be a better me before I can put effort into being a better us.” Things will only turn out wrong if you start something you aren’t prepared for..

Sometimes it is okay to remind yourself who you are when you get scared with insecurities. It’s okay to say, "hey, I’m amazing and kind and talented."
It’s okay to give yourself the confidence you need to face what you fear.
It’s good to know who you are and be able to stand on your own two feet in that.
Don’t let anyone else make you feel anything other than what you are.
You remind yourself.
Don’t forget who you are.
Keep being that person.
You are loved.

It just struck me one day, a question that has bothered me for quite some time now — If I died one day, unplanned and uncalled for, would I be able to survive in your memories?
If I have already disappeared off the face of the earth, taken a stairway to where the untouchable lights are, would you remember me as if I was still around?
If you were to wake up one random morning to unlock your phone, only to see that you have received no new messages from me today, because I couldn't call or text you anymore, would you wait impatiently staring at the clock as it tick tocks and repeats, for some type of contact from me, like I do for you?
If one day, I was no longer here to pick fights with you, play the silent treatment game, or fuss about all the little problems we have. Would you maybe, think about turning back the hands of time, only to rescue me from all those sleepless nights?
If I were to exit from your life completely, would you forget my existence or would you search around all the corners of the world, seeing hope in someone’s back view just because their hair looks similar to mine?
And that is my question.
Life is short, and full of unexpected surprises. Sometimes it doesn't have to be death for someone to realise what they had before they lose it all, it could just be a I’m done type of decision. Either way, I could only hope that I have made a big enough impact in your life, an impact strong enough to be missed by you even when I’m gone.

There is something very important about being open; to be able to share your heart with another human being, to pour out your honest thoughts - unsifted, unedited - is part of how we process and grow. Don’t keep it all to yourself. The good or the bad. It’s good to open up without fear or pressure about how you find the words to say it aloud. There is something deeply connecting about being heard in complete authenticity.

If you haven't seen from my snapchat updates, my voice has finally come back!!! It feels amazing to talk again after like what, 9 days of muteness since I came back from my holidays, life was hard I tell ya XD haha. Though I can talk now, I still have my cold to recover from, hopefully *fingers crossed* all will be well before weekend for work!

Today’s mental health reminder: a relapse, a sudden series of attacks, a string of awful days, (or whatever your step back may be) does not decrease your value.
Take your time, do some self care, reflect on the progress that you have made.
You are strong; one step back is nothing when you look at the journey you have already made.

I used to get so sad when I realised just how much everything has changed. The dynamic with all of my friendships have definitely shifted, and I used to wallow in self-pity that nothing’s ever going to go back to how it used to be and I couldn’t do anything about it.

… but I’ve realised now that, that’s just life. I can’t be angry that things are different because that’s how life happens. It’s immature and childish to play victim when all we’re trying to do is grow up.
I want so bad for everyone to succeed, and if I get to play a role in helping someone achieve their dreams by offering my friendship, then that makes me happy.
If someone I love needs to grow on their own to achieve their goals and forgets me on the way, then yea, I’ll be a little sad, but I’ll still be happy for them because in the end, they succeeded.

I’m the kind of friend that’ll always be there for you even if we haven’t spoken in months. If you come to me when you feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, I will listen and I will comfort you.

If you drop by just to say hi and ask how life’s going, I will reciprocate with just as much love and affection. Other than that, I will quietly appreciate and admire how differently everyone’s growing.

Within the past year, I’ve learned that, at this age especially, you cannot expect for everyone to stay in your life the same way they’ve been for the past couple of years. This is the age where we need to be selfish to figure ourselves out… what we want to do, where we want to be, and how we want to achieve it.
Whether or not everyone stays for the ride, I’m just gonna do me.

You might not be in control of what happens in your life, but you are in control of how you will react to the hardships that are thrown at you. If you’re not content with your life, change it, better it, keep it moving. Shit does happen, but it’s not an excuse to use every time something bad occurs. Only you have the ability to transform your life.

I wish my eyes were like a camera.

If they were like a camera, I would be able to take pictures of everything from my very first breath to present day in my life. Everything I've been through, all the mistakes I've made, lessons learnt and so on. I'd store all these pictures in my head and record my life. Then I’d be able to look at my life from an external perspective. And last but not least, before I die, I would rewind my whole life from the beginning to the end, replaying my whole life in my head before my last breath.