Well I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control
But I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.
While veil of visibility falls, I feel your breath. Every strands of them. Piercing right through my skin. Helpless. I shrugged. Things changed. For we can be so uncertain.
I’m lost.
Awesome
Touched by lots of new inspirations lately after i started my fashion design course.
Attempting to determine my style.. what kind of style do i like? Perhaps something quirky, vintage, retro. Still, it takes time to find out what style can i really carry.
Considering starting a lookbook account. But with my minimal knowledge on fashion and mixmatching, i should get myself prepped up on those first i guess.
So much on my mind. Plans. Plans. Plans. Gonna be taking little by little steps. Hence the title ‘Stepping Stone’. This is my platform to my success.
Watch me grow. /smirk
Fanthoming the fact that I’m already 23 this year. Seems like its time to walk out of my comfort zone to achieve something.
Work, study my dream, or expand my entrepreneur biz.
At a cross road.. I wish I would know what’s my best path.
Finally, my own keri smith. Begin: PROJECT WTJ wink
Gorgeous weather from my balcony. Rise and shine! :)
Someone please give me a dog. Toy dog please.
At quaint time like this, thoughts run free and they’re shouting.
‘Bits is missing. Went away with Changes. Maybe we’ll find him. Soon, soon.’
