Writing comes easy when you mean what you write. I don’t think I’ll ever look at life the same way again after my trip back home; life is ever changing. I miss how it used to be so close to heart, and waking up to another hectic day which drains the living juice of out me. This trip home has also taught me the value of friendship, and relationships of course. It seems like my positive stride in life is always questioned and slammed as utter rubbish; a dreamer. Wake up to reality Ellie, this world will never be as pretty as you picture it to be.

Today while I was playing basketball, I think I kinda gave myself this tiny opportunity to just zone out and feel at home. Before I got back from Singapore, I’ve always walked into the court feeling so foreign and out of place; truth is, I had a choice to dwell in whichever. I love my friends and the people who’s been in my life over the years; always so welcomed and accepted. You’re loved for everything you are and everything you’re not; I miss feeling that way.

Where do broken hearts go?

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Posted on Wednesday, July 13th, 2011 in Blogosphere, Cheerio thinks a lot, Leon Marcus Zachary Music, Love & Romance, Past, Personal Writing Masterpieces. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.