Life is good, when you can finally smile your hardest knowing every ounce of hard work is being paid off. The results came out fantastic, because I know they danced exceeding their personal best. And I cried more than my mom when she watched her Korean dramas on tv.
Went out to celebrate with my much favorite place Basilico. Over cheese and Parma ham, and a lot of sweet nothings, I do feel so at ease. Such moments, are hard to come back for me.
Just as I thought, maybe there is a possibility to move on, and try again. Everything is back to square one, and I gave up. I think it’s just so difficult to believe anymore. Men are largely the same, judgmental and quick to make a decision. I can see it in your eyes, mister. And I fucking don’t care anymore. I gave up trying, and I don’t give a damn about what everyone is going to think about me.
“Do you like naughty boys?”
And I do, and all I need is one whom will love me back all the same.
Note: fucking don’t get it. Why am I always loggerheads with my mom. Why can’t she understand from my point of view. I swear it’s suffocating to be staying under the same roof with her. It just reminds me to start house hunting again. I thought of letting go the thought. But it’s just not possible