If it makes you happy

It can't be that bad.

What makes me happy: dressing well/wearing a kick-ass outfit, doing a good job and getting recognition for it, sipping on iced coffee and sitting under the shade in the sunshine, travelling at my own pace, doing something for myself, the idea of finding love.




I complain a lot about it and the amount of money that goes towards it every month,
but now I enjoy taking rides in my car. Singing along to my songs, thinking my thoughts with no distractions, on the way to a new destination. It is mine. Mine all mine.  



Long Overdue

Hi guys,
I'm back. 
I'm sorry for all the emotional posts. I was caught by surprise. I didn't expect everything that happened to...happen, but they did. I'm okay now. I'll get over this. We won't have another repeat of self-destructive Nic in 2013 (although now I have a car that I speed up to 140km on the road to feel the rush), but it's cool. 



When his fingers intertwined with mine. When he grabbed my waist and kissed my forehead. I felt that glimmer indescribable happiness...

and within the pits of the my stomach I knew it would never last. 



Head Over Feet

You held my hand, carried my bag and kissed me in front of everyone - my mistake was letting you.

You've already won me over, in spite of me. I couldn't help it, it's all your fault.