Phoebe, 22yo. Trying to live independently, but fails. :)
I miss how I was able to share my feelings and how my day is going. I miss having a space where I can release and type the things that bothers me and how excited I can become when it comes to sharing the happy side of my life.
Because work eats up my time. Because I have someone. Because I’m not that confident anymore.
How I wish I can write again. Because that’s the only way I know, which no one has ever dared to question me. They didn’t tell me my sentences are weak and that my constructions are incorrect. Kebs lang, in short.
My secret/dream job.
Seeing you from afar makes me realize how different we are.
You’re not better then me and neither am I.
I just realize we’re totally different.