…and here comes the crash.

suddenly i feel like a little girl wanting to run and hide under a table.

that was fast.


Hopes are high.

i haven’t felt this way in a very long time. you know, the feeling you get when your hopes are so high that you know it’s going to come crashing down soon. i can’t help but wonder if our meeting was the work of fate or coincidence?

the rush of thoughts going through my brain at that moment made me loose my breath. i couldn’t think straight because i wasn’t expecting for this to happen. is it really true? that when you least expect it, it hits you in the face? i’m the type of person that always thinks of the future. i never let any thought out of my sight, and yet this time i did. i wasn’t expecting anything in return.

let’s see how far this goes.

i’m here to stay.

i’ve always said that i’ll stay in san francisco even after i graduate.

but i just realized that i’m actually going to stay in san francisco. i need to.

los angeles will always be my first home. but it’s no place for me anymore.

all the great memories that bring nostalgia are just that; memories.

no more turning back,

the past is the past.

all i can do now, is look toward the future.


i’ve been sitting here for the past 20 years and wondering to myself, where are you?

my life may be complete even if your not in it, but i feel the need to have you just to see what the fuss is about.

i’m tired of waiting and i’m tired of not looking for it just so i can get it. this is fucking lame.

i’m like years behind of everyone on this level and i’m scared i won’t ever get there.

truly something must be wrong with me.

because i’ve been sitting here. ici. here.