This is probably my favorite outfit of the year. This is so me. I feel very comfortable wearing this outfit, no matter how many people stared, boys called or whatever. I feel fierce with this; I even scold a store security for making "fun" noises on me. Damn, it was spontaneous!

I finally back in track. These 8 months have been tough, even for me. The tougher of all past years. I might be lose control again one day but not now. Because I'm focusing on my future and how bad I want to graduate ASAP. By the way, I'll start my internship next Monday. One step closer to graduation omg! I want to keep blogging but I think for the next 3 months I'll be on hiatus. But who knows? Maybe I'm a rebel anyway. Wish me luck!

Top - Stradivarius // Shorts - DIY // Boots - LaSenora // Pentagram Choker - LunarCult // Moon Neklace - H&M // Retro Sunnies - Unbranded

Ps: I love my super long hair but sometimes it disturbs me. Should I cut it or not? I wish there's no such thing as "bad hair day" so I could keep my hair and love it even more.

I always listen to what people say to me. In this case my family, my friends, bf, teachers and lecturers. I've becoming what they wanted me to be. I've becoming... Somebody else. I've never been a rebel. I may look like one but honestly, I'm not. No matter how much I say I'm a rebel. I did (and still do) what they wanted until last Saturday when I decided to make a tattoo. Just a small tattoo on my arm that defines who I am. I love it. Adore it. Until somebody wanted me to make it all gone.

My aunt, Mommy and I while getting inked. It was a girls' day out and we were like some rebels teenagers LOL!

I want to get more but once again, I need to please people so they won't hate me. It seems like I did too much for people around me. Whether I like it or not. I'm jealous with people who are free. They can do whatever they want. They have freedom but they have courage either. I wanna be like them sometimes. That's the only dream.

Me and Mommy's. Dad complained why they are so small. He expected bigger. Well, Dad. It's our first time, anyway!-___-

I know I shouldn't change for people. I'm a little weirdo, I paint my nails with dark colors (read: black), I dress like I'm going to a funeral. And I don't expect people to like who I really am. Instead, accept me and stop judging just because I sin differently with you.

self·ish /ˈselfiSH/

adjective

(of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one's own personal profit or pleasure.

Have you ever loved too much? You wanna make them happy even if we're not. You wanna make them in peace while you drown in depression. You wanna make them live while you're suffocating to death. I have and I do. Looks like someone stabbed my heart and instead of pulling it out, they twist it and push it even deeper.

Everything that too much will cause you pain. Because you think others will do the same to you, but in reality they don't. You think they care. And if they don't, you realize your thoughts are just wild. You expect them to be selfless but they're not. You want them to put yourself over them like you do to them, but they can't. They just don't have the same heart as yours.

My heart and my brain are in conflict. The heart said "keep going" but the brain said "let it go". The heart said "it will worth it" but the brain said "you're wasting your time". The heart said "he will care eventually" but the brain said "he's the most selfish person in the world".