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Sunday, March 16, 2014




on a weeknight when I was feeling particularly upset and stressed out I rushed out to the nearby mall to shop for the last 30 minutes before it closed and bought myself some new facial products, to try to fix my terrible skin and more importantly, just to make myself feel better.


but i realised... since that night, I've been crying every night.  what's the point of spending hundreds on your skincare when you cry every night; every product dives in little tiny droplets of tears onto the floor .  And you get even older from all the exhaustion from crying.


desperately searching for answers
;2:46 AM
Go later!

Go earlier!





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I write about my everyday experiences & pen down my thoughts in this lil' space. I read, listen to music, have a passion in language, love makeup and most of all, I observe. I really like learning.

I love making a difference.

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