In which I regret hoarding guy best friends in my younger years
In which I write about flower petals glued on journals, and photos taken accidentally
aka “Ano na Jee? Nangangalahati na ang 2015″
Can’t believe I used to be the girl who connects everything with lessons in life. How naive, but also, how idealistic.
In which I (briefly) talk about confessions, and how dramas bring out the teenager in me