Perfectly Imperfect

“But life isn't something that should be edited. Life shouldn't be cut. The only way you'll ever discover what it truly means to be alive and human is by sharing the full experience of what it means to be human and each blemish and freckle that comes with it.” 

                                                                                                -  Iain Thomas

When I was younger I wanted to be the perfect girl everybody loves, I guess we all reached that “I want to be like … blah blah blah” stage, the stage when we were like attention-seekers, we want to be noticed, we want to be popular, we beg for the approval of every person within our circle, or maybe it’s just me, but I definitely have outgrown that stage. 

"It is dreadful to know that being yourself is not good enough." -dgt

                                                                                                                          

"You were my guilty indulgence" -dgt

                                                                                                                

Missing You

"If only you knew how much I think about you."

You're forcing yourself to blot out someone from your memory but the process itself triggered some emotions; emotions that you don’t want to feel, the feeling of longing, needing, yearning … MISSING.

There were times you thought you’re better than fine, cause everything seems to be normal, you were doing good. You thought you’ll never be happy again without your source of happiness but luckily you’ve successfully helped yourself, and  finally, you were able to see things in a better perspective, then one tiny stupid memory will bring back every single feeling you’ve buried in the deepest possible place no one can touch.