Things couldn't be better,
ISANG MALAKING FUCK YOU.
LJ is the place for musing, internal sem-conflict and word vomit. I haven't felt the need to do that until today. It's my third day as a Lit major…
I don't love myself and it scares me. I don't hate myself, either. Not really, or not entirely. I used to think that I was a very secure individual,…