Ifs. Damn you. You are torturing my life. All those WHAT IFS and IF ONLYS. Because of you my mind is coming up with endless hypothesis and I’m just goddamn scared right now. Though it can be motivational and hopeful sometimes, I can’t help but become frustrated for infinite possibilities that can’t be answered until

Sometimes I wonder if there is a future for me, and if there is whether its in a spotlight or in the midst of darkness. The failures I faced are nonetheless discouraging, even though they say that failures are just a step towards success. But who knows how many steps I have to go forward

Am I fat? Are you fat? What is “fat”?

What should I do with all these empty thoughts?

I never fantasized about my wedding, my future husband, or my future children. What’s the point?

Why is it that long distance relationships never work?