happiness

Sometimes I ask myself.
Am I really, truly  happy?
These people I'm spending time with, are they really the ones who make me happy?
Or am I just hiding the scary truth from myself?
That I am just convincing myself that I am happy
I guess I'll never know.

The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.

identity

Hey guys.
I think I'm the kind of girl who hates hopping on the bandwagon.
I hate doing what's mainstream.
I'd rather be the one who starts a trend than be one of the many who follows a trend.
Personally, I find it stupid doing the same thing as everyone else is.
It's just like you lost your own personality in the midst of blending in.
Why can't we do what we really love and not give two hoots on what people might think or what they might say?
Why should we live in such fear when we are supposed to live the way we want to?

They laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at them because they are all the same.

regrets

If I am given a choice, I would wanna start all over again.
It breaks my heart knowing that I am no one's priority.
Call me a cry-baby but I am still saying this.
When everyone in you love has someone more important than you in their life, you can't help but feel jealous.
Why does everyone has someone but not you?
One day, they'll be all loving towards you but the next, they're gonna forget you like you've never existed in their life.
I told myself to be strong and turn my back on those who don't need me but somehow, it hurts. It really does.

Making a big life change is pretty scary. But you know what's even scarier? Regrets.

haircut gone wrong

So yesterday I went to the saloon I always go to have trim my hair.

It's necessary to get your hair cut regularly and mine hasn't been trimmed for like 5 months because I wanted it to grow.

I finally decided to trim it after a long time because I could see the ends of my hair were really dry.

Usually when I visit that saloon I'd always ask the boss to cut my hair, not anyone else.

Unfortunately, she was busy doing her own hair yesterday wtfff

So I thought, okay maybe for this once I'd let others cut my hair.

Then this lady came to me and asked me what style I want.

Told her that I just want back the shape and trim it just a bit like one inch or so.

I couldn't really see because I took out my spectacles (not wearing contact lenses obviously) so I tried my best to trust her and let her do what she wants.

When she was finally done with my hair I realized that it was all too late.

Came home and I mourned for my hair.

Like seriously.

Cried for almost an hour and this was the worst cry I have this year.

Then I had to hold myself to stop crying because I had tuition.

Later on, I just told myself to fuck it and just tie my hair up for the rest of the month.

Moral of the story : Don't let anyone touch your hair unless you trust him/her.