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True friends are the ones who don’t keep tabs on each other of who tries to keep in touch more. True friends are the ones who don’t need to talk everyday, every week, or even every month, but know that the other one is thinking about them all the time. True friends are the ones who can easily pick up where they left off no matter how much time has passed. True friends are the ones who always know the right things to say. True friends love each other like family. True friends understand how busy life can be. True friends appreciate each other. True friends know the meaning of brutal honesty in the best regard. True friends can never be replaced. True friends are a rarity, so when you find one, make sure they know it.

10:47 pm, BY lisaplvu[3 notes]

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I wish I didn’t have to go through another long distance relationship. *sigh* But the things we do for love…

01:03 am, BY lisaplvu[3 notes]

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That’s it. There goes my sanity. It’s gone out the window. But I refuse to lose my integrity and my congeniality.

Social media is always flooding with articles on what twenty-something-year-olds should or shouldn’t be doing and I’ve seen this token of advice several times: “Don’t burn bridges,” or “Mend your broken bridges.” I personally have a much better peace of mind when I do break off relationships with people who hurl so much negativity into my life. And this isn’t something I do after one instance. I choose to do so only after I’ve meditated on the relationship over countless moments. Some people are just better off ruining other people’s lives and not mine. There is no way that I will ever let anyone destroy who I am. If everyone supposedly gets what they deserve, then I don’t deserve that.

I’ve decided to stay somewhere else for a while, at least through to finals week. I honestly can’t be here right now. I don’t care if he thinks he’s won. He’s already lost all of my respect. So instead of succumbing to this hostility, I’m just going to leave. Good luck to everyone else in this house. Mom will be absent for a while.

10:31 am, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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I seriously cannot wait until the end of July. This is the only home that I have and it’s exhausting trying to keep my cool when I have to be here everyday while someone discharges their passive aggressiveness all over the house. Grow up and stop making excuses for your indecency. I am known as the fucking witch in this house because of you, because of your childish antics. I honestly cannot live here in peace with you. I try so hard to maintain a clean house and it’s impossible when you refuse to do your part. I don’t even know if you leave your stuff everywhere because you’re lazy or because you’re so bitter and passive aggressive. Either way, it doesn’t do anything but make you unwanted. You literally behave like a kid. I’m seriously so tired of it.

10:21 pm, BY lisaplvu[2 notes]

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Why is it so damn difficult to stop being self-conscious?! Sometimes I wish I was a dude so that I wouldn’t care about having boobs.

12:26 pm, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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Yeah, this sucks. Long distance is coming sooner than expected.

08:54 pm, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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My favorite part of every day is when I finally get to lay down with Michael and just converse before we fall asleep. On a scale of 1 to 10, the comfort level is at 500. I just love it!

11:16 am, BY lisaplvu

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09:57 am, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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Why is it so easy to feel sad and pessimistic about life? I wish I knew how I lost my ability to be happy-go-lucky. Life really has just been getting me down. It’s like every time I have an opportunity for change or improvement, it’s conveniently unavailable even though it’s supposed to be there. I’ve been pushing forward, but really, when is it going to get better?

09:10 pm, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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Is it terrible that it hurts my heart to see that my bf follows Instagram pages of women who post selfies with their large breasts and Instagram pages like asianhotpage? I don’t even know if I can call it jealousy. It’s more that I’ve become so self-conscious about my own breasts because of this. It’s that no matter how many times I say that he likes bigger breasts, he’ll say it doesn’t matter to him. It’s that he tries so hard to hide that fact that these are the women he likes to ogle. It’s that these pages make me physically compare myself to them and I revert to square zero of me accepting my own body. It’s that I don’t even feel right to bring this up to him because I’m not the type of person who would force him to stop looking if he’s only looking, because “it’s a guy thing,” and because I’M the insecure one. It’s that I always end up hating myself more whenever I see who he’s looking at because I know that it shouldn’t matter to me. I know that he loves me for who I am, not what my body type is. But damn, would I love to be what he could call “the full package.”

04:24 pm, BY lisaplvu[1 note]

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Michael wrote me a card while he was in Vietnam and it honestly made me incredibly happy that he took the time to sit down and write a heartfelt letter like that. He wrote that when he saw the card at a street vendor, he immediately thought of me because it was simple on the outside, yet beautiful on the inside. The card is red with a very simplified outline of a ferris wheel in white and when the card is opened up, a colorful ferris wheel pops up from the page and reveals the most delicate pieces strung together into a 3D masterpiece. I just love it! I love that of all the different ways he could understand me and think of me, this is how he does. You can’t let go of a man who knows how to appreciate everything that you have to offer, whether you have a lot or a little.

11:37 am, BY lisaplvu[2 notes]

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Hello, it’s been a long while since I’ve posted here. I haven’t really had much to say for the past few months that seem worthy of documentation. Nevertheless, this past year has been a grueling year of change. It’s been a year of utter desolation, a year of lost friendships, and a year of releasing my prior ambitions. It’s been rough. In fact, I’ve had countless wake-up calls this year and all the time to reflect on them. But despite every harrowing experience, I’ve left them all to the past. I luckily overcame my depression. I fought my way back into school and found a major where I can continue to flourish. I went on my first cruise and traveled to a place I’ve never been. I realized who my true friends are. I’ve developed this mentality of keeping all of my doors and windows open to any possibilities that my future holds. I have changed this year. Some may say it was for the worst and others may say for the best. But either way they see it, at least I’ve adapted to my own life. I know that this next year is not going to be any easier. There are so many things to achieve in so little time, but I’m ready. This is the time to be brighter and better, to prove to myself that I’ve made the right choices. I have the next twelve months to prove that I’m worth it. Here we go…

Hello, it’s been a long while since I’ve posted here. I haven’t really had much to say for the past few months that seem worthy of documentation. Nevertheless, this past year has been a grueling year of change. It’s been a year of utter desolation, a year of lost friendships, and a year of releasing my prior ambitions. It’s been rough. In fact, I’ve had countless wake-up calls this year and all the time to reflect on them. But despite every harrowing experience, I’ve left them all to the past. I luckily overcame my depression. I fought my way back into school and found a major where I can continue to flourish. I went on my first cruise and traveled to a place I’ve never been. I realized who my true friends are. I’ve developed this mentality of keeping all of my doors and windows open to any possibilities that my future holds. I have changed this year. Some may say it was for the worst and others may say for the best. But either way they see it, at least I’ve adapted to my own life. I know that this next year is not going to be any easier. There are so many things to achieve in so little time, but I’m ready. This is the time to be brighter and better, to prove to myself that I’ve made the right choices. I have the next twelve months to prove that I’m worth it. Here we go…

11:49 pm, BY lisaplvu[6 notes]