I have a love/hate relationship with music, yet I can't survive without it. My mom would consider it a staple because back then, she couldn't go a day without playing the piano. She'd do this so much to my annoyance that whenever she tried to teach me, I would sulk…
As a forewarning, this post may be deemed controversial to those who practice Catholicism, Christianity, or any religion of the sort. While I used to identify as catholic converted to atheist, I currently do not ascribe to any labels, belief systems, and/or religious practices. I am simply a spiritual being…
As my birthday approaches, I find myself pondering on what it means to be a "grown-up". When we think of growing, we can only imagine how painful, grueling, and even straight-up antagonizing it is. Sometimes we have to hurt in order to heal. To reprocess old wounds again, we would…
Once upon a time, I accidentally fell in love. At first, I constantly doubted myself if what I had for him was real; trying to thoroughly convince me that fairytales do not exist. My "truth" at the moment was that the world is cold, cruel and that there is no…
For the majority of my life, I had a really hard time distinguishing my emotions from other people. I didn't like constantly feeling emotional pain all the time so I kept suppressing what my heart wanted in favor of not burdening others. Every time I cried or had a panic…