The city is my church

Stay beautiful. Stay strong. We'll meet again at the finish line. And we'll regret the choices we made.

Hope can only take us so far

Reopening dusty old closets - it's Flabbylebby back here again. Probably not for long, because no one reads this anyway I guess.

It's been more than 10 years since I created this blog hmm. I don't know why what started out as a cheerful blog gradually turned ugly and rant-y and all angsty. Is that who I truly am - an angsty emo kid?

Heeyy I do have feelings too ok. Don't be fooled by my "tough" appearance. I have been torn apart so many times I can't even. So many scars. Each time pieces of me are chipped away like how kueh bangkit crumbles at the slightest touch. I don't know if I have the strength to go through another.. Soon dust will be all that remains. And still, I will never settle.

I always wonder to myself what have I done to deserve all these. But then again, what have I done to deserve happiness? Have I not fought hard enough?

The world isn't fair. Never was. Never will be. Just gotta suck it up. And pray I'm still alive at the end of all this.

Looking back, I would have gone through it all again. Not because I love the pain, but because I can't imagine me being a different version of myself. One that is moulded differently by the circumstances. So, no ragrets. Good night cruel world.