Through all of these years.

I guess, that's the hardest part of letting go my Twitter account. Not that I write about everything on it, but when I wanna write about something, I always contemplate whether it is appropriate enough to let public know how I feel. So that stops me. But when my Twitter is no longer there, I always feel this kind of desperation of letting out what suffocates me inside. I have nowhere to go to. And talking about this to my parents, Lye, or my friends somehow seems like the awkwardest way ever.

I am on the verge of what 26-years-old-hormone-changes can really do to a pathetic woman.







I need a stranger who is willing to listen to me, and then maybe slap my face for being such a whiny ass.