Monthly Archives: August 2015


I’m okay with the fact that I may not get married in the future. 


I dreamt that my dad wanted us to write him letters so that he’ll know what’s up with us lately. Probably because he’s enjoyed himself in paradise in the last 3 years and wondered about what’s happenning down here.

So here it goes…


I’m at the point where I wanna cross the line but my walls are telling me otherwise.

Ahh, my favorite regret.


And contrary to not thinking of you the whole week, you were in my dream last night. Seems like my head wants you back.


Workaholic busy has its perks. I barely thought of you this week. 


I miss you, Daddy!


I haven’t had any real conversation with anyone in a long time. People really do change.