Lately it haunts me how I call myself a writer but never really write for myself.
Anyway. I once went through a crazy times when my mom passed and I was heartbroken, got no friends, shitty stuff at school, and how hard it was to be a 13 years old teenager. My diary saves me back then. And I find myself drowning again, even though I got Red but our schedule are so different so I thought I give a chance to write some kind of diary, again.
My 23 years old wishes are pretty simple:
- Better timeline
- Write anything (and not my job)
- Draw, doodling, painting something
- Sleep more
- Savings
- Go outside and play
New lipstick
So I give myself a second chance... to be myself once again.
Tee-hee!

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