There are times when I hate being a writer. I feel too much. Words tend to flow uncontrollably. And it sucks.
We have countless possibilities. Different destinies, different endings. Countless choices, countless results. We get bad decisions in life that we can't turn back to change, instead we face the consequences and live with it.
The things I am are, All part of me. If they weren't there, Who would I be?
Bully as much as you want, 'Cause, I still won't hide that fact, that I am already Nineteen, and I am 4'11.
It takes a hundred of wrong measurements, burnt desserts, and reused parchment papers to reach our taste bud's desire
You are the heart reserved for me, but I want to tell you that I mistakenly thought your heart was somebody else a hundred times.
I will never forget that time when we danced the night away. That time when it was only you and me, heart to heart, no words exchanged.
I have many flaws, and I've learned and still learning to love them.
As the world shifts and changes, everything changes as well as everyone as we speak. We choose to do this, we choose where to go, we choose who are we going to be, because we choose and that's why we…
Everything is worth-risking and worth fighting for, right? Even things don't turn out the way we want it to be in the end. It is the process, it is how we go through the things. It is the memories of…