I feel neglected and unimportant. Sakit.

(Cutest thing ever)

This would probably be me if my boyfriend had gotten me a kitty. 

That’s so sweet. Thanks for your concern :)

I don’t know who else to talk to thus, I chose to resort to my oh so lonely tumblr. I’m not sure if anybody checks on my blog, so whatever. 

I am currently tuning in to Paradise, Mike Tompkins’ version.

• I can’t help but to feel bitter. It saddens me, really.

• I have people around me who know what they want in life, all that jazz. And then there’s me. I know what makes me happy, I know what I want in life. You know what they say, sometimes, the things that keep you out of the surreal cage are usually the ones that are not good for you - let go of the things you’re afraid to lose - Heh, silly Ninny. 

I have so much emotions, so many things to say but I can’t find a way to fathom my feelings into words. I don’t know how I feel anymore. Although, I kind of feel unhealthy.

x

I’ll give you a fucking break, alright.

I hope you feel the same way as to how I feel about you. And that I make you happy just as how you make me feel happy and the things about you contribute to the butterflies in my tummy.