pop.

I am alone at home.

well not really, Aunty Em's here but other than that, the whole family's not here.

(1 minute later)

okay, I take that back, mops and pops just came back, but Dorea darling is out.

• I feel so distracted these days, sept holidays aren't really holidays.
• I'm wasting my life away on late mornings, pancakes, art, tv.
• I miss you hell lot and I don't even know what fcking when wrong.
  
• I think I have a very high chance of failing my EOYs.
• I'm not very good at this.
• I wish things never turned out this way.
• I'm afraid to ask because I don't wanna know why.
  
• I think the begining of this is the end of that.
• I think listening to the saddest of songs and looking back at the things I wished I'd never said is quite therapeutic.
  
• I think I will ______ soon.
  
• I sometimes feel that You aren't here when I need you the most.
• I'm pretty sure this night isn't going to end soon.

There's just something about bubbles that cheers me up.


they're like our childhood fantasies,
they burst once mature enough.