Have you ever felt so excited over something (like a plan or an event) that it makes you worry it will turn out to be a frustration in the end?
"All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." – Leo Tolstoy
Picking up my shattered pieces, broken piece by broken piece...
Behold the fruits of our obsession with cameras!
You know that paradoxical feeling of needing and wanting to leave but also wanting to stay and keep the thing you had at the same time?
What is a shadow, but darkness that occurs when something gets in the way of light.
How do you even begin the process of moving on when every song you used to love listening to reminds you of that one person you need to move forward from?
I crave for a life devoid of care about what I will be sorry to leave behind.
First swimming excursion out of town.
My intense fangirl spirit is taking over my life or am I exaggerating???