Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

So much to do. So little time. But i just cant wait for time to fly

No intrinsic motivation. Why?

We once had this conversation about death and dying. I said it doesnt matter we will die one day. If we are meant to die, we will die. You said it was reckless living. Live everyday like your last but dont take it forgranted.

Finally going on an adventure to a place where people dont know who i am. :) HONG KONG HERE WE COME!

Hold the joy venny. Hold it.

Sometimes God put us througg certain experiences so that we understand how it was like. So that when we finallt step out of it and become stronger we can help others.

Just saw a friend's post of her scars on her wrist. It tugged on my heart strings a lot because I have been there before.

EVERYBODY lays judgement on a person who cuts themselves,"oh you just want the attention" but if you have never been there before just keep your judgement to yourself.

I know what it feels like to be so overwhelmed with emotions and feelinga and theres nothing you think you can do.

Then, the first cut you take, as you see the red lines appear and you feel the blade. Your emotions starts ebbing out of you slowly, and you feel normal again.

"The sweet release, that’s the best way I can describe it, kind of like a balloon that’s tied to a little kid’s hand, which somehow breaks free and floats into the sky. "

After the feelings of sweet release come, you see the scars. You feel the guilt and shame and then you try to hide your scars. You hide them behind plasters, long sleeves, watches, exercise bands.

I was on that unhealthy road before. Its such a vicious cycle and its really not a healthy way to deal with emotions.

Watching my friend now on the same path that I was, seem a little worrying and I pray that she will find peace and self regulation in a different way.

Had cathe class meet up today and we played a game called Small Talk. And i was asked the question do you believe in marriage? My answer is no. The truth is im terrified of marriage. A small part of me knows that watching my parent's marriage fall apart and the effects on me and my brother may have played a role to leading me to this answer. Also i guess im not ready for a family yet. I finally started to find myself and love myself. Am i ready to love someone else with all his flaws and strengths? I dont know. Im still struggling in loving my own flaws. Everyday im getting better but im not there yet. If I dont truly totally fully love myself yet, how can I whole heartedly love someone else? This qn. from the game hit too close to the heart. The truth is im terrified of marriage. But Im not going to go into all the what ifs and blame shifting. I know God has a plan for me and who knows? Maybe one day I will find the