I don’t want to be 
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.

Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.

(Source: lucyquin)

Happiness.

WARNING: MUSHY-GUSHY POST ABOUT LOVE AND SHIT

It’s moments like these: Simple. Relaxing. Free. My mind clears up, and the message is clear. It’s like searching around the world for something you’ve always had within your grasp.

As corny as it sounds, the answer is love. Only love your self and love those who love you.

I spent so much time to fit in a group who I knew for a fact won’t be around for too long. Too much time to impress those who never gave a damn in the first place. Too much time to become someone when I knew I would have ended up hating myself for it. I always thought that I was lost. I prayed and prayed and it seemed like it was not enough. But it’s not that God was not around to guide me, He’s been pointing me in the right direction, I just failed to acknowledge His point through my periphery.

I have my Mom. I have my Dad. I have my Cousins. I have my Second Family.

I have everything I need to live my life happily. I am surrounded by people who love me, and those who I love and that is all that really matters. The only piece of the puzzle that was missing was loving myself for who I am. Thus my story has yet to be continued; it can only get better from here.

Mental.

I think I have severe psychological problems…

They weren’t kidding when they say, you truly don’t know a person until you live with them. Oh, Lordy.