Poetry · Prose


In a selfish way, Celeste thought she was the only one who could do it. That she wrote things to life. That she was special. She was consumed by her blind optimism, by her overrated idealism, that she was the only one who loved him that way. But then he went and opened her eyes… Continue reading Celeste

Poetry · Prose

To The Man I Once Loved

I just want you to know I've realized things. I loved you. Really loved you. But you can't keep doing the same thing over and over until you hurt me, even if you don't mean to. And I'm tired. I'm tired of having to forgive you all the time. I hope you learn from this.… Continue reading To The Man I Once Loved

Poetry · Prose


There was a girl who knew the worst pains—she knew the feeling of her heart torn to pieces, the feeling of her soul ripped apart to shreds. So she became kind—she let people break her, hurt her in so many ways, that she would slowly pick the shards and put them back again. After all,… Continue reading Martyr

Poetry · Prose

Last Page

And that's just it: someday, when she's gone, people will come looking for her. But it will be too late before they realize that she's everywhere. That she has left traces of her, tiny pieces of her soul, to every people she's ever known. And then they'll remember that her name starts with an H,… Continue reading Last Page

Poetry · Prose


There was a girl who often sought sleep to escape reality. On the night she found out everything in her life went wrong and her dreams broken, she went to sleep to forget the pain. But unlike every morning where her dreams always ended, this morning was different. She never woke again.

Poetry · Prose · Sentimental Scribbles

Dear Whoever is Reading

I want you to start living colorfully. I want you to take on adventures and mischiefs. I want you to break rules and have a sense of freedom. Stop following someone else's footsteps. Step on your own and leave beautiful footprints. Stop thinking about grades, requirements, and systems. Discard all superficiality. Stop being a slave… Continue reading Dear Whoever is Reading