Hopelessly in love with someone who isn't real. But still, I cling to the pages as if the scenes are occurring before my eyes.



 Depression and coffee are my everyday buddies though the light of hope always sparkles at the deepest corner of my dark mind. I have friends, I have family but I don't have myself.



I find myself within these characters, in their joy, in their tears even in their heartbreaks.  Call me crazy but sometimes someone who doesn't exist can understand me more than anyone.



A good story and some snacks are all I need to pass the day yet the dreams I chase are swarming at the back of my mind and cursing my indolence.



So chill and relax cz we all share the pain. 

Some share it with hot tears,

 and some with a dazzling smile ツ .