Pardon the messy room and my ripped sleeve. I have long been cynical about Christmas, it’s a long story, but most of my heartbreaks accidentally took place in this supposedly cheerful event. And let’s face it, Christmas sort of give people a momentary sense of longing for the things they’ve lost or the things they can’t have. It’s Christmas once again, and I like to think that things have turned into a totally new direction for me. A lot has happenened (is happening) in the recent years of my life, life-changing events that I managed to surpassed: I’ve lost a 10-year long relationship, I’ve stopped studying, I’ve fallen in love again, I’ve met some great friends online, I’ve quit med school (yeah, sucks, but let’s not discuss that right now), my father’s buying a new house, I got into a freelancing job and a lot more.
I’m posting this badly cropped photo of mine because I want to be reminded someday, that this has been the first time, in maybe 5 years, that I’ve been genuinely happy, well, almost. Merry Christmas, Tumblr.