Do not think twice
Think Out Loud
Fuck mornings
Although I don’t really say much, the good couple of people who know me best (and I interact with the most lately) know exactly what I’m going through.
It could use a little more articulation, but I don’t really have the mental space to string together words as an attempt to solemnly capture the daily musings parked at the back of my mind.
The subconscious is surely a powerful thing. It keeps me up all night, restless all day. Mornings are worse than the evenings when I can’t seem to catch sleep. And the nights when sleep no longer eludes me, there is always that bitch of a moment that comes at 3 in the morning.
And as much as my potty mouth is blatantly ruining this blog as being a PG-13 page, I do still solemnly pray that peace comes to me sooner than later. I have a promise to move forward and all these moments prevent me from getting there.
This is the dream
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Is it safe out there?
I am starting to rethink my going public with this blog. A few hours ago over dinner, my mom was just so cryptic in asking about my love life. Ew. I appreciate the concern, but still. My love life is not really dinner conversation. So yeah, I’m reconsidering publishing on Facebook.
I don’t know if anyone had noticed but I have changed my blog title! Whoopdedoooo. Or not really. I’m still thinking what could be a more memorable one, or at least something that others can easily associate to me. But then again, I don’t really have that wide of a readership.
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As the holidays come nearer and nearer, I can’t help but feel somewhat nostalgic. Lately, my days have been completely devoid of the holiday spirit. I’ve been trying to bring it back — actually, for some time there was even collective effort there — but then, it reverts to nonexistence, and I am here again tapping away.
I could use some hot cocoa though. With whipped cream. And tiny marshmallows.
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The wedding is so near and I am yet to lose the weight I am supposed to be losing. Ugh. I need to be more dedicated to this diet and workout regimen. He can’t be the only one sexy there.
He has always said he finds me sexy in any form. I believe him… until I look in the mirror.
My self-esteem badly needs a boost. And a new hobby.
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I miss his voice and the way he sings this song.
I hate this feeling.
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Photo nabbed from 1000 Notes.
the salt of your skin 