Friday Night

Friday, 25th day of August 2017─ I was tired, literally. Not the same tired I feel every time I’m alone, this tired was a combination of a tired body and a tired soul. After the whole day class, I felt so empty. I didn’t know what to do, where to go, should I go home…

The Struggles of a Broken Home

At a very young age, I have realized growing up with a broken home was quite a shitty experience─ I mean, who would have even want to be in this situation? The kind of family that I have is not the kind of family other people would dream about and the condition I have right…

Writer’s Letter to His Ownself

You’re not a wrong choice, you’re tough. You’re somebody’s 11:11 wish, and someone’s favorite song. You’re a human who commit errors, and exceeds disaster. You have friends, and you’re a friend. Be calm, be optimistic, and be happy Start achieving your visions, instead of pondering those tragedies. Shape a strong foundation of your courage, and faith. Do…