Yes, I do miss writing you stories of my not-so fictional existence.
I wish I was more inspired and had creative juices flowing into my brain,
but for now, however, I do not.
Rekindled another ex-love for fashion designing a few days ago.
Working on school project and it reminded me of a lil' convo I had with
Grace eons ago..
*backseat of the car*
grace: so what do you wanna be when you grow up?
me: urhm..a fashion designer? (dear reader, please close your gaping mouth)
grace: really? me too!
We were such hopeful kids back then.
In Tumblr terms, photos like these make me feel
forever alone, a term that even I for one must say, is beyond exaggerated.
The fact that 4 years ago, if one of us had actually bothered to admit the truth,
then maybe we could've been all we could have been.
Ah love, I honestly wonder where in the world you are right now.
xx
- 6 billion, and then there's you.
P.S. I just hit 103. Oh yeeeaaaaah.