Was having a brief self-worthlessness and i-am-oh-so-sad moment.

Then I freaking realised, self pity makes you fall, into piles and piles of shits.
look up and EMBRACE all downs in life, how bad can anything be when you can still breathe?

self-slap, if i ever fall back to this cloud of silliness.

I miss my Ohana.

Am officially missing home.
Crazy impulse in me wanting to fly home.
It's so cold here it's making homesick worse.

Today's my dearest daddy's birthday.
I wish I can be beside him, celebrating with a simple cake and many loves.

I want nothing, but home now.