Living Inside My Head

(c) Tumblr I sometimes wish that every time we get hurt emotionally, bruises will just start appearing. it’s far better than getting something sharp and cut ourselves. Just plain bruises for every stress, anxiety, and hopelessness. Hiding how hurt we are every single day can be really tiring too, and I wouldn't wish for this if people would actually dig deeper and ask us if we’re really okay. Some would wait until they see the cuts we made before they ask what’s wrong.

I pretty much relate to this song so much. I have tried to prove to my family that I can manage things on my own (Distant yelling from society: "WELL TRY HARDER!") I have and I am still not giving up. I do not party nor drink at all. HONESTLY. Ask everyone that knows me...and yet there are people out there that don't trust me. People who have described me as someone who doesn't know anything. Someone who isn't responsible and doesn't have what it takes to survive alone. Well you know what? Here I am, almost finishing my first year in college and my limbs are still intact. Everyday, I would worry about what time should I be back without the landlord nagging me. My family is quite strict about my safety that is why I am scared to do...pretty much everything. Will they approve of this? Will they be okay with me doing this and that? They'll probably get mad at me for doing such. I shouldnt.. I wouldnt.. I pretty much COULDN'T. I am not compla...

We all have different experiences, different lifestyles, different lives... and we may not know it, but sometimes, the only question we'd only wanna hear from people is: "How are you?" "I'm fine." "I'm good." "Everything's alright." "Nothing much really." "nm" "fine" SAME OLD. SAME OLD. Why can't I hear these answers? "My dog died...He was a gift from my dad and ... " "My favourite band's gonna have a concert near our place and my parents wouldnt mind me spectating!" "I got fired from my job ..." "I'm going to have a new cousin!" They sound better, don't they? It would be nice to know that someone actually listens. That someone actually cares. Not like: "Ahh.." (silence) "Aww, that's terrible!" (silence) "Good for you" (silence) "Good to hear" (silence) (silence) *laughs* (s...

"You can only have a boyfriend once you graduate college," my grandma would remind me. I have always wondered how it would feel like to have someone you love with you every single day, knowing that he is yours and you are his. Sharing the same love song, forehead kisses, love letters, goodnight texts or calls, waking up to his good morning's... they sound good, dont they? I think they do. I admit, hearing songs like "Just The Girl" by Click 5 cheers me up. I have always wondered if someone will dedicate that song to me, I wondered how I would feel, I wondered if I can contain myself if that ever happens.I made a promise to myself that if I'll ever meet a guy who loves that song and sings it with me, he's the one. ( I never told this promise to anybody 'til now) I have met him. But what am I suppose to do but make him wait? Three more years, I would remind him. Have I met him too early? Too quick? No. I've met him at the right ...

(credits to the owner of the picture) What is about marriage that seems important among humans? amongst lovers? Is it the red string of faith that has been connecting us all along? Is it the ring that we put on our fingers to tell everyone that you already have someone dear to you? But then again, who am I, a 17-year-old girl to talk about marriage? Walking down isle, looking up to see  the man of your dreams waiting for you, holding out his hands so you can grab unto him, and never let go. Your parents, and his, already gave their blessings, and now it's their time to let go, trusting the man that they will take care of their little girl. But mine will be different. It wont be my parents, smiling with tears on their faces, it would be my aunts and uncles who had been my new parents ever since a terrible fate happened. But then again, I wouldnt mind. I'd walk witth the prettiest dress I've seen, fitting my body perfectly, and the dress flowing like the tides. I wo...

Can't shake this feeling off of me. I'm sorry but I won't be able to blog about anything tonight but I promise I'll be posting something tomorrow. Have a nice day~! ^_^

I don’t know why people would rather curse someone or call them dumb if they suck at something and tell them “Keep practicing, you’ll be better. I’ll guide you all throughout the way, dont worry, I am here,” instead. A bit rare but I think that’s what everyone needs. If you keep on telling them that they suck, imagine how they would feel? Imagine how low the self esteem of most people are these days and there you are cursing and blaming them for what they did wrong. Maybe that’s why people would rather choose dying than listening to people telling them that they are useless. Please, just be there for somebody. If you know someone having a hard time,please lend a helping hand. You don’t know how much it means to them…