Despite my grades suggesting that classes are going smoothly, it has been anything but that.

Music has the potential to be so much more than just a space filler. The right song at the right moment can make it so much more memorable.

I think I'm finally starting to get an idea of what my schedule and workload looks like.

You were my Cinderella, disappeared at two, but left no glass slippers.

So what if I'm crazy, the best people are?

Am I content with blank, lifeless Polaroids or do I want a chance to capture pretty pictures?

What I want is this: to be awoken at midnight by a roaring thunderstorm.

This year there's this notion of "last." That it's my last chance to experience everything for a first time. It's bittersweet.

I had a revelation the other day: which was that typing in all lowercase was really hindering what I felt I could write and what I couldn't.

if, for whatever reason you wanted to experience what covid feels like, you can live vicariously through me.

another new year, another crisis.

the rain drops, trickling down the windows of each car. the rain, falling from the sky. like how i fell for you.

my toxic relationship with the burden of potential, my cut that always bleeds.

once again, college counselling killed my enthusiasm. i knew it. i should've done it alone.

if i give up now, what will i have done? what will i have accomplished?

if you exist, please come and stay forever.

due to my lack of motivation and hatred towards school, i've had recurring thoughts of taking a gap year after high school.

destruction is my coping mechanism. even at the expense of my own wellbeing.