It’s been a minute. I missed blogging.
The only place where oversharing counts as productivity.
I’m not very open. I try. Mostly I rehearse vulnerability in drafts and then hit delete like it owes me money.












I still went to a hotel with friends, where they slept peacefully like sponsored angels while I typed my essay like a Victorian orphan. Love that for me.
Your shorty and the friendliest alien who loves to eat anything (as long it's not extreme food) and sleep. My only hope is that I could reduce my weight without doing exercise which it's totally impossible. Mostly wrote about what I want to write, especially something that could make your heart feeling sad.
People hates me because i keep trying to be myself