Accepting a her as she is, is basically her showing up for an occasion poorly dressed and yet you hold her hand and enjoy the moment.

I'm feeling depressed...
My room smells like cigarettes...
I smell like cigarettes...
How did I get here?
I swore never to do this...
Guess I should never make promises...
I apologize to the future me who's going to feel the consequences of this smoke...
I didn't know what to do...
This smoke is the only thing that seems to understand my preoccupations and insecurities...
The only problem is that it is killing me...

It is where I put everything my ex gave me...
I thought it'd be a good idea to put everything in one place so I can move on...
No I don't hate my Ex...
On the contrary...
This is why I'm putting everything in this box...
To forget this love...
I'm also blocking my ex on social media...
Call me childish but it's just unbearable seeing my ex with someone else...
I hope this love burns along with this box...
Oh yeah, I'm burning my Ex Box...

‪I don’t know why I like you so much… What makes you so special?

I find myself thinking about you…
Is this love?

But, we’re just friends…

Sometimes all I want is touch you… Stare at you… 

Hear you laugh … 

****, Ilove your laugh.‬

Am I *******?

How many dreams are just dreams because you are scared of following it and fail?
How many dreams are just dreams because you choose to play safe?
Or because you don't wanna risk what you already have?
How many of your dreams have you realized?

We must go through hard times in order to appreciate what we have.