I have a lot of interest. i get inspired so easily yet, i cant even inspire myself.
whenever I read a book review from someone i know, my interest in reading elevate greatly.
whenever I get to read tweets about cool, rad adult issues, stuffed with envious vocabs, im pumped to be at the same space.
whenever I stumble on tumblr (which i mostly followed studyblr), my mood of studying and making beautiful notes increase.
whenever I came across acneskinsite tweets, my passion for getting flawless skin increase.
whenever I see a beautiful doodle or drawing illustrated on Instagram or anywhere, I become so excited to make one.
whenever I noticed my friends checked out at a place I've never been to, i've been buying my imaginary ticket online already.
I'm so complicated. And what make me sad is the joy and interest are solely temporary.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016