GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Monday, January 12, 2015
◔ 9:53 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s)
❝ Four days, and counting. ❞

I haven't stopped crying for four days.

But then it has gotten really clear who are the people I am truly comfortable with telling everything to, and there's this certain hierarchical order that I contact them. Not in order of importance; there's this certain mental priming before each person that I call.

It's been really hard without being able to contact Oisin too.

I really have no idea how I am going to end up after this torturous emotional journey. Somewhere, or nowhere.

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