Someday, you will feel that it's right. It's finally right. You will find peace, happiness, and contentment. You will stop looking for that one thing that you've been looking for because it doesn't need to be found, it is you.
I may look like someone who already lived a whole life. I may look like someone who knows everything because I can tell you those things, but it's because I also use those words to be motivated every day.
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.