The truth is, I think about what ifs a lot nowadays.
I try not to, and when I do, I try my hardest not to dwell on them. 785 more words
Because it’s a rainy, gray Monday evening that’s spoiled by an unnecessary, condescending tone.
Also because I spent an entire day reading up and doing my online research about Laos, a place that I just don’t know why, but I’m obsessed in making sure that I visit before 2015 leaves us all. 263 more words
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“We are hardest on ourselves. This is especially true when we’re living in that uncomfortable space between where we came from and where we are going.”
I am writing this at 1 AM not so much because I can’t sleep or that an epiphany suddenly struck. I am writing because I can’t seem to get over a small realization that struck my mind today: this year’s the quietest summer break I’ve had, where the dates on my calendar are often unmarked and days are therefore long, slow, and trivially filled. 486 more words