Sometimes I’ve got a ‘life’ because I live everyday with the fullest; going out after work, meeting friends, having dinner, singing, playing etc. Other times when I’m having my gloomy days, I don’t feel like going out. Not even for dinner. That’s me. Surprisingly, I’m fine being alone. Not lonely I supposed but just having a ME time.

When my hormones acted up, I just feel like disconnecting from the world and go somewhere people won’t be able to reach me, a place that’s not my home. I always love to dream about travelling to places of interests. But in the picture, all I see is just me. But occasionally I saw myself happily with friends.

When life gets a little bit tougher, all those random thoughts appear in my mind again. But well, life’s a bitch. I need to be a slut to tackle this bitch.

/random thoughts again.