well because I used to post pictures of myself in the past, here's one to remember me by.
oh yeah. we've all changed.
anyway my thoughts tonight. I was looking at my wall of awesome fairy lights and all the polaroids attached to it and with every picture i looked at i could clearly bring myself back to the exact time the picture was taken. And i don't know why unlike normal people who feel happy to have had such memories, i felt sad. like, i wanted to go back to each memory so badly and not be stuck in this shithole life i am in now. every single photo was a memory i could never go back to. For various reasons of course - breakups, friends drifting, not having money to do those things anymore.
I am like the LEAST accomplished 27 year old in Singapore.
