i was silently hoping you'd ask
so i could be honest about it for the first time.




today is over. im dreading tomorrow.

busrides should be made longer, they make me happy. even when im on the bus alone & dont know anyone else. i dont know why, maybe its just something that lets me quiet down.

why is a hard question.

i dont know how to explain some things. ask a kid why their blanket makes them feel safe. when they're equally afraid of the dark when they're hiding below that blanket.

some things just are. so is it okay to do things without having to answer why?



group photos of dancers from yesterday.


at yoshinoya

at queenstown mrt.


oh shucks.

every kid has her secrets. its easy for me to keep someone else's secret. its killing me to have to keep my own. but what would you say, if i told you mine & you didnt understand?

you told me to tell you.

i was only afraid you wouldnt listen.