I love making lists. I think I'm addicted to making lists. I have all sorts of lists in my phone. My wishlist. A to-do list. A list of places to go; countries to visit. Things to do with specific people. A list of food to eat; music to listen to; videos to make. Things I'm saving up for, but will never end up buying. A list of furniture I've got my eyes on to transform my room into something more sophisticated. A list of hopes and dreams; a list of itineraries that never happened.
2015 has been unpredictable thus far, and all I've got to say is I'm grateful.
because that boy will never feel the same about you, your best friend is now a stranger and your grandpa left you to go on with life without him
and i quote the speech i wrote for my oral assessment in April: "So love, this so-called
beautiful feeling that supposedly makes the world a better place; why do we
crave for it so badly? Why do we all need
to be loved? Some people worry that they may never find their other half, but
does it matter that much? Even if you don’t find the “love of your life”, you
still have your mum, your dad, or siblings to love. Is that kind of love not
enough? Must it be a love between man
and woman - or man and man, and woman and woman, no discrimination whatsoever to
same-sex marriage - that keeps us going in life?"