Love is just a feeling

I feel like I'm not in a very good place right now. Love is a good feeling. But it doesn't take away your low pay, your worries, your work that takes the life out of you, or even the stress of it itself. I enjoyed my job for awhile. But that didn't last for too long, did it?

I see flaws in everything. Pretty sure that's bad. Not sure what to do.

Life fucks me right in the pussy :)

Donut

He makes me smile. He makes me laugh. He holds my hands and he kisses me like I am the most precious thing ever.

Jackson you've gotten part of my heart :)

July 10th = first kiss. his home. his room. don't really know why, but I definitely get comfy really fast with him. maybe cause I'm old, I've lived long enough to know when I can trust a guy and rely on him.

July 12th = more kissing, talk and some tears. blame my period and my hormones. he gets a boner every time we kiss. I think that's really cute. and gross. but in a good way.

posibly?

possibly.

Dao nay cam thay so nhieu thu. Giong dang o mot giai doan ma cam thay very vulnerable. So ve nha mot minh. So lam nhieu thu mot minh. Co be ngay xua thich di Disneyland mot minh hinh nhu da bien mat.

I wish you well ;]

every time someone visits and then leaves it leaves such a big hole in my heart. it does. especially this time. when I live by myself. on my own. usually there's chi Thu's family that I'd be surrounded with but not anymore. It's just me going home to myself this time after Bom and Thao left. and I will admit it, I am really sad. I miss you both, and let's meet again soon ok ;]

The Way

I like the things that we don't share in common. The smile on your face. The liveliness and brightness you always bring to the room. The laugh. The distinct sound you always make no matter what pair of shoes you have on. The eyes. The way you look when you don't have glasses on. Your makeup - sometimes too much makeup that is yet, you still don't look one bit fake or plastic. The belly touching. You randomly touching my belly that is. The way you talk. The way you handle everything. The frustrated look you have sometimes. Your hair. Your gray gray hair. Your height. I don't remember knowing anyone as short as you are. The look. The healthy smoothie you always bring to work. The beverages that you never drink from anywhere but home cause you don't know how they make the ice. That dinner that we shared. Only one time and I can't wait for it to happen again. The glasses. You look better with glasses off but I like you either way.

No shit. Did I just say I like you already.

Well

Then.

#livelikeweredying

started a new job. two that is. barely making 3k a month, but everyone gotta start somewhere don't we. moved out. new people. things change. new life. not really. glad that at least I have fun at work and learn something new every day. could proudly give people my resume now. just realized adults enjoy feeding me. sometimes I eat not for me but for the people enjoy watching me eat.

some relationships fall apart. understandable. out of sight out of mind. things happen and we can't blame no one. can we?

what's up with people trying to set me up with random people. and people asking me out. NO. as long as you are a guy, you are not qualified. clear?

we can't decide where we are from, but we can decide where we go from there. so let's go. let's move on. let's live like we are dying. OK? :)