2014, 

I dare you to be worse 

and I dare you to be better

Come on, hit me with your best shot.

"Do you love me?"

In your hesitation I found my answer.

Healy;

Matthew Healy. 

I mean, just look at his hair. 

And his voice. 

Epitome of sex. I swear.

Day 4.

I was fine until the waitresses from our favorite restaurant asked about you.

"mana pakwe adik?"

The two types of breaks;

1) I'm taking some time off to learn, recollect, and love myself so that I can come home to you as a whole.

2) I need to figure out if I'm home when I'm with you.

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I'm not as brave as I was at the start.

12:24

There are different degree of sadness. There is the I'm so sad, there's nothing to talk about, no amount of words spoken that would help. I think I'll just sit in the corner ( or in my case, on the floor ) and drown in my own sorrows. There is the I'm so sad, I need to rant to somebody about all the miseries life have ever thrown at me. It may or may not be relevant to why I was sad in the first place but I'll bring it up anyway. Then comes my favourite, I'm so sad, the boulder from my writer's block magically dissapeared and unearthed my reservoir of words along with it. I wasn't kidding when I said I write best when I'm miserable. I'm going to write, write and write. I am going to write about you and you are not going to like it. Not one bit.