ARIZONAAA ;(

i miss you oh so much.

Do you know the taste of memory? The smell. The feeling... Yes the feeling of memory. Its the best thing. Theres a different scent, smell, taste, color, and feeling to every single memory of your life.

Looking back, there is no such thing like it.
I miss you guys, everyone, the warm sun, ohmy. I am so cold. I miss, my no life self. haha. The one that would be walking around the late streets of Trailside, just chilling. Feeling so GANSTUHH >;D
the one taht wanted to steal the sewer plate and hang it in my room... The one that said pheonix arizona. HAHA. the one that would run away to the park at night, stay there until 3 in the morning, falling asleep to the warm breeze. Right next to the weird hissing sounds, the crickets, the fear of crawling creatures next to me...
The one who would pretend shes so tough, needs to be tough, because she felt so offended at times, because she was asian.
AWH.


the one who felt like she grown so much. that her past was a pity. that her future is a dream. and her present is a gift.


oh haye im poetic :)